We Live In All We Seek.

Make Connections; Let Rip; And Dance Where You Can.

At Night I Read And Write, And Things I Have Never Understood Become Clear; I Reap The Harvest Of The Rest Of The Year's Planting

The Interior Life Is Often Stupid.

What Could You Say To A Dying Person That Would Not Enrage By Its Triviality?

Divinity Is Not Playful. The Universe Was Not Made In Jest But In Solemn Incomprehensibl E Earnest. By A Power That Is Unfathomably Secret, And Holy, And Fleet. There Is Nothing To Be Done About It, But Ignore It, Or See.