The End Is In The Beginning And

I Do Not Know If All Cops Are Poets, But I Know That All Cops Carry Guns With Triggers.

I Blundered Into Writing.

America Is Woven Of Many Strands. I Would Recognise Them And Let It So Remain. Our Fate Is To Become One, And Yet Many. This Is Not Prophecy, But Description.

The Thing To Do Is To Exploit The Meaning Of The Life You Have.

Perhaps To Lose A Sense Of Where You Are Implies The Danger Of Losing A Sense Of Who You Are.