I Mean, If You've Ever Spoken To

If The Fall Of Man Consists In The Separation Of God And The Devil The Serpent Must Have Appeared Out Of The Middle Of The Apple When Eve Bit Like The Original Worm In It, Splitting It In Half And Sundering Everything Which Was Once One Into A Pair Of Opposites, So The World Is Noah's Ark On The Sea Of Eternity Containing All The Endless Pairs Of Things, Irreconcilable And Inseparable, And Heat Will Always Long For Cold And The Back For The Front And Smiles For Tears And Mutt For Jeff And No For Yes With The Most Unutterable Nostalgia There Is.

It Would Be Beautiful To Photograph The Winners Of Everything From Nobel To Booby Prize, Clutching Trophy, Or Money Or Certificate, Solemn Or Smiling Or Tear Stained Or Bloody, On The Precarious Pinnacle Of The Human Landscape.

When You're Growing Up Your Mother Says, "wear Rubbers Or You'll Catch Cold." When You Become An Adult You Discover That You Have The Right Not To Wear Rubbers And To See If You Catch Cold Or Not. It's Something Like That.

What I'm Trying To Describe Is That It's Impossible To Get Out Of Your Skin Into Somebody Else's.... That Somebody Else's Tragedy Is Not The Same As Your Own.

Nudists Are Fond Of Saying That When You Come Right Down To It Everyone Is Alike, And, Again, That When You Come Right Down To It Everyone Is Different.