The Memory Of What Is Not May

Questions About Form Seem As Hopelessly Inadequate As Questions About Content.

Language Should Be An Ever Developing Procedure And Not An Isolated Occurrence.

One's Mind And The Earth Are In A Constant State Of Erosion, Mental Rivers Wear Away Abstract Banks, Brain Waves Undermine Cliffs Of Thought, Ideas Decompose Into Stones Of Unknowing, And Conceptual Crystallizations Break Apart Into Deposits Of Gritty Reason.

From The Top Of The Quarry Cliffs, One Could See The New Jersey Suburbs Bordered By The New York City Skyline.

History Is A Facsimile Of Events Held Together By Finally Biographical Information.