I Think Silence Is The Condition You

People Stress The Violence. That's The Smallest Part Of It. Football Is Brutal Only From A Distance. In The Middle Of It There's A Calm, A Tranquility. The Players Accept Pain. There's A Sense Of Order Even At The End Of A Running Play With Bodies Strewn Everywhere. When The Systems Interlock, There's A Satisfaction To The Game That Can't Be Duplicated. There's A Harmony.

Everything I've Stated May Prove To Be Total Poppycock.... Perhaps Time Will Tell. Perhaps Time Will Do Nothing Of The Kind.

The True Life Is Not Reducible To Words Spoken Or Written, Not By Anyone, Ever.

The Family Was An Art ... And The Dinner Table Was The Place It Found Expression.

A Person Rises On A Word And Falls On A Syllable.