Life Is An Honor, Albeit Anonymously Delivered.

I Remember My Grandfather Telling Me How Each Of Us Must Live With A Full Measure Of Loneliness That Is Inescapable, And We Must Not Destroy Ourselves With Our Passion To Escape The Aloneness.

I Did Not Want To Live Out My Life In The Strenuous Effort To Hold A Ghost World Together. It Was Plain As The Stars That Time Herself Moved In Grand Tidal Sweeps Rather Than The Tick-tocks We Suffocate Within, And That I Must Reshape Myself To Fully Inhabit The Earth Rather Than Dawdle In The Sump Of My Foibles.

I Enjoy About 1 Out Of 100 Movies, It's About The Same Proportion To Books Published That I Care To Read.

Poetry At Its Best Is The Language Your Soul Would Speak If You Could Teach Your Soul To Speak.

Beware, O Wanderer, The Road Is Walking Too.