That ... Is How The World Moves:

I Am One Of The Most Irresponsible Beings That Ever Lived. Irresponsibility Is Part Of My Invisibility; Any Way You Face It, It Is A Denial. But To Whom Can I Be Responsible, And Why Should I Be, When You Refuse To See Me?

That Which We Remember Is, More Often Than Not, That Which We Would Like To Have Been; Or That Which We Hope To Be. Thus Our Memory And Our Identity Are Ever At Odds; Our History Ever A Tale Told By Inattentive Idealists.

You Start Saul, And End Up Paul,' My Grandfather Had Often Said. 'when You're A Youngun, You Saul, But Let Life Whup Your Head A Bit And You Starts To Trying To Be Paul - Though You Still Sauls Around On The Side.

If Only All The Contradictory Voices Shouting In My Head Would Calm Down And Sing A Song In Unison, Whatever It Was I Wouldn't Care As Long As They Sang Without Dissonance.

Our Task, Then Always, Is To Challenge The Apparent Forms Of Reality-that Is, The Fixed Manner And Values Of The Few, And To Struggle With It Until It Reveals Its Mad, Vari-implicated Chaos, Its False Face, And So On Until It Surrenders Its Insight, Its Truth.