It Seems Not To Have Been Written.

Although Birds Coexist With Us On This Eroded Planet, They Live Independently Of Us With A Self-sufficiency That Is Almost A Rebuke. In The World Of Birds A Symposium On The Purpose Of Life Would Be Inconceivable. They Do Not Need It. We Are Not That Self-reliant. We Are The Ones Who Have Lost Our Way.

Writing Is Not An End In Itself But Life Transmuted Into Radiance.

Drop The Last Year Into The Silent Limbo Of The Past. Let It Go, For It Was Imperfect, And Thank God That It Can Go.

Land Was Created To Provide A Place For Boats To Visit.

People Everywhere Enjoy Believing Things That They Know Are Not True. It Spares Them The Ordeal Of Thinking For Themselves And Taking Responsibility For What They Know.