God Improvises. Man Systematizes.

My Mind Is Led Astray By Every Faint Rustle.

Pedagogical Romances Leave The Mentor Disgruntled, The Pupil Confused.

Addicts Turn Their Pleasures Into Vengeful Gods.

My Self-absorption Warms Me; Yours Boils Me.

In The Labyrinth Of A Difficult Text, We Find Unmarked Forks In The Path, Detours, Blind Alleys, Loops That Deliver Us Back To Our Point Of Entry, And Finally The Monster Who Whispers An Unintelligible Truth In Our Ears.