There Is Beauty, Heartbreaking Beauty, Everywhere.

In The Modern Technoindustrial Culture, It Is Possible To Proceed From Infancy Into Senility Without Ever Knowing Manhood.

Might Does Not Make Right But It Sure Makes What Is.

Beware The Writer Who Always Encloses The Word *reality* In Quotation Marks: He's Trying To Slip Something Over On You. Or Into You.

What Ideal, Immutable Platonic Cloud Could Equal The Beauty And Perfection Of Any Ordinary Everyday Cloud Floating Over, Say, Tuba City, Arizona, On A Hot Day In June?

I Now Find The Most Marvelous Things In The Everyday, The Ordinary, The Common, The Simple And Tangible.