Through All The Windows I Only See

Not All Complex Problems Have Easy Solutions; So Says Science (so Warns Science.)

Knowledge Is Hot Water On Wool. It Shrinks Time And Space.

And Where There Is No Echo There Is No Description Of Space Or Love. There Is Only Silence.

The Finest Act Of Seeing Is Necessarily Always The Act Of Not Seeing Something Else.

At The Heart Of Any Terror Is The Fear Of Losing What We Find Meaningful.