How Can One Not Succumb And Allow

In Our Town There Was A Gestapo Officer Who Loved To Play Chess. After The Occupation Began, He Found Out That My Father Was The Chess Master Of The Region, And So He Had Him To His House Every Night.

As We Manipulate Everyday Words, We Forget That They Are Fragments Of Ancient And Eternal Stories, That We Are Building Our Houses With Broken Pieces Of Sculptures And Ruined Statues Of Gods As The Barbarians Did.

An Event May Be Small And Insignificant In Its Origin , And Yet, When Drawn Close To One’s Eye, It May Open In Its Center An Infinite And Radiant Perspective Because A Higher Order Of Being Is Trying To Express Itself In It And Irradiates It Violently.

Could It Be That Time Is Too Narrow For All Events? Could It Happen That All The Seats Within Time Might Have Been Sold? Worried, We Run Along The Train Of Events, Preparing Ourselves For The Journey.

Man Was Entering Under False Pretenses The Sphere Of Incredible Facilities, Acquired Too Cheaply, Below Cost Price, Almost For Nothing, And The Disproportion Between Outlay And Gain, The Obvious Fraud On Nature, The Excessive Payment For A Trick Of Genius, Had To Be Offset By Self-parody.