The Rich Are Always Enamored Of The

Sometimes You Want To Say Things, And You're Missing An Idea To Make Them With, And Missing A Word To Make The Idea With. In The Beginning Was The Word. That's How Somebody Tried To Explain It Once. Until Something Is Named, It Doesn't Exist.

'you Spin In The Sky, The World Spins Under You, And You Step From Land To Land, While We . . .' She Turned Her Head Right, Left, And Her Black Hair Curled And Uncurled On The Shoulder Of Her Coat. 'we Have Our Dull, Circled Lives, Bound In Gravity, Worshiping You!'

When What Is Is Congruent To What Is Supposed, The Reaction Is Functional And The Mental Processes Competent. When What Is And What Is Supposed Have Nothing To Do With Each Other, The Choice Of Reactions Is Random. Something Tears.

In Myths Things Always Turn Into Their Opposites As One Version Supersedes The Next.

What You Are Will Make You What You Will Become.