The Aphorism: A Platitude That Swerves, Or

I Keep Eating For Fear I Will Be Hungry.

The Aphorism Is A Slippery Plaything.

I Resist Change Even As I Call For It.

If Beggars Do Not Hate The Rest Of Us, They Are Even More Abject Than I Had Imagined.

In The Theater Of Confusion, Knowing The Location Of The Exits Is What Counts.