I Guess Writing Is A Kind Of

Children, Who Have Yet To Learn Our Ways, Are Notoriously Promiscuous In Their Affection. They’ll Sit On Anyone’s Knee.

No Amount Of Promises Can Guarantee Love

And Silence, Like Darkness, Can Be Kind; It, Too, Is A Language.

At The Same Time, You Have To Find The Right Distance Between People. Too Close, And They Overwhelm You, Too Far And They Abandon You. How To Hold Them In The Right Relation?

It Seemed To Me That The Real Philosophical Breakthroughs Of The 20th Century Were In Terms Of The Understanding Of Language. What Is Language? Where Does It Come From, How Does It Work, What Does It Do?