I Want The Following Word: Splendor, Splendor

For Only When I Err Do I Get Away From What I Know And What I Understand. If "truth" Were What I Can Understand, It Would End Up Being But A Small Truth, My-sized. Truth Must Reside Precisely In What I Shall Never Understand.

But Don't Forget, In The Meantime, That This Is The Season For Strawberries. Yes.

Whether She Won Or Lost, She Would Continue To Wrestle With Life. It Would Not Be With Her Own Life Alone But With All Of Life. Something Had Finally Been Released Within Her. And There It Was, The Sea.

You Don't Understand Music: You Hear It. So Hear Me With Your Whole Body.

So Long As I Have Questions To Which There Are No Answers, I Shall Go On Writing.