The World Is Sagging, Snagging, Scaling, Spalling,

Write About What You're Afraid Of.

The Death Of God Left The Angels In A Strange Position. They Were Overtaken Suddenly By A Fundamental Question. One Can Attempt To Imagine The Moment. How Did They Look At The Instant The Question Invaded Them, Flooding The Angelic Consciousness, Taking Hold With Terrifying Force? The Question Was, "what Are Angels?" New To Questioning, Unaccustomed To Terror, Unskilled In Aloneness, The Angels (we Assume) Fell Into Despair.

Capitalism Arose And Took Off Its Pajamas. Another Day, Another Dollar. Each Man Is Valued At What He Will Bring In The Marketplace. Meaning Has Been Drained From Work And Assigned Instead To Remuneration.

Succeed! It Has Been Done, And With A Stupidity That Can Astound The Most Experienced.

Will You Be Wanting To Contest The Divorce?" I Asked Mrs. Davis. "i Should Think Not," She Said Calmly, "although I Suppose On Of Us Should, For The Fun Of The Thing. An Uncontested Divorce Always Seems To Me Contrary To The Spirit Of Divorce.