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Growing Up In The Boroughs, I Thought I Must Be The Cleverest Boy In The World, An Illusion That I Was Able To Maintain Until I Got To The Grammar School.

Happiness Is The Most Insidious Prison Of All.

I Live My Life Free Of Compromise, And Step Into The Shadows Without Complaint Or Regret.

The Only Reality We Can Ever Truly Know Is That Of Our Perceptions, Our Own Consciousness, While That Consciousness, And Thus Our Entire Reality, Is Made Of Nothing But Signs And Symbols. Nothing But Language. Even God Requires Language Before Conceiving The Universe. See Genesis: “in The Beginning Was The Word.

I Think That In An Increasingly Virtual World, Lovingly Produced Artefacts Are At A Premium.