Love Is Nothing But Lust Misspelled.

What, After All, Is More Real To Us Than The Geography Of Our Childhoods?

Books ... Were Merely Nodes In A Near-infinite Matrix Of Information That Exists In Four Dimensions, Evolving Toward The Idea Of The Concept Of The Approximation Of The Shadow Of Truth Vertically Through Time As Well As Longitudinally Through Knowledge.

Laws Had A Bad Habit Of Being Ignored Or Abrogated When Societal Push Came To Totalitarian Shove.

The Young Remember Most Deeply.... When We Are Old And Failing, It Is The Memories Of Childhood Which Can Be Summoned Most Clearly.

Poetry Is Only Secondarily About Words. Primarily, It Is About Truth. I Dealt With The Ding An Sich, The Substance Behind The Shadow, Weaving Powerful Concepts, Similes, And Connections The Way An Engineer Would Raise A Skyscraper With The Whiskered-alloy Skeleton Being Constructed Long Before The Glass And Plastic And Chromaluminum Appears.