Is There An Existence That Is Only

Language Is An Archaeological Vehicle... The Language We Speak Is A Whole Palimpsest Of Human Effort And History.

Fidelity Is A Matter Of Perception; Nobody Is Unfaithful To The Sea Or To Mountains Or To Death: Once Recognized They Fill The Heart.

Who Is Alice?" Asked Mother. "alice Is Somebody That Nobody Can See," Said Frances. "and That Is Why She Does Not Have A Birthday. So I Am Singing Happy Thursday To Her." - Frances The Badger

Me, What's That After All? An Arbitrary Limitation Of Being Bounded By The People Before And After And On Either Side. Where They Leave Off I Begin, And Vice Versa.

I Have No Wisdom And Nothing Useful To Tell You - I Only Mentioned This Because It Came Into My Head.