Sometimes A Journey Makes Itself Necessary.

I Started To Learn Greek When I Was In High School, The Last Year Of High School, By Accident, Because My Teacher Knew Greek And She Offered To Teach Me On The Lunch Hour, So We Did It In An Informal Way, And Then I Did It At University, And That Was The Main Thing Of My Life.

Meanwhile Music Pounded / Across Hearts Opening Every Valve To The Desperate Drama Of Being / A Self In A Song.

A Man Moves Through Time. It Means Nothing Except That, Like A Harpoon, Once Thrown He Will Arrive.

What Makes Life Life And Not A Simple Story? Jagged Bits Moving Never Still, All Along The Wall.

My Religion Makes No Sense And Does Not Help Me Therefore I Pursue It.