The Greatest Of Love Letters Are Always

Not All Complex Problems Have Easy Solutions; So Says Science (so Warns Science.)

At The Breakfast Table We Are Footnoting Everything That We Read. We Don't Recognise It As Such But We Encounter An Article In The Newspaper And Then Suddenly We Recall That A Friend Had A Certain Comment On That Particular Story, A Certain Bit Of News That We Saw On The Television Applies To That And We Immediately Assemble An Idea Of A Story.

To Read" Actually Comes From The Latin Reri "to Calculate, To Think" Which Is Not Only The Progenitor Of "read" But Of "reason" As Well, Both Of Which Hail From The Greek Arariskein "to Fit." Aside From Giving Us "reason," Arariskein Also Gives Us An Unlikely Sibling, Latin Arma Meaning "weapons." It Seems That "to Fit" The World Or To Make Sense Of It Requires Either Reason Or Arms.

Stories Heard But Not Recalled. Letters Too. Words Filling My Head. Fragmenting Like Artillery Shells. Shrapnel, Like Syllables, Flying Everywhere. Terrible Syllables. Sharp Cracked. Traveling At Murderous Speed. Tearing Through It All In A Very, Very Bad Inreparable Way.

Little Solace Comes To Those Who Grieve When Thoughts Keep Drifting As Walls Keep Shifting And This Great Blue World Of Ours Seems A House Of Leaves Moments Before The Wind.