It Is Necessity And Not Pleasure That

They Had Their Faces Twisted Toward Their Haunches And Found It Necessary To Walk Backward, Because They Could Not See Ahead Of Them. ...and Since He Wanted So To See Ahead, He Looks Behind And Walks A Backward Path.

At Grief So Deep The Tongue Must Wag In Vain; The Language Of Our Sense And Memory Lacks The Vocabulary Of Such Pain.

The More Perfect A Thing Is, The More Susceptible To Good And Bad Treatment It Is.

We Have No Hope And Yet We Live In Longing.

Consider The Sea's Listless Chime: Time's Self It Is, Made Audible.