What Is An Idea Made Of? Of

The Thing That Really Struck Me When I Went To Junior High Was Class. I Grew Up On A Pretty Poor Street, But The School District I Was In Included Some Fine Neighborhoods - So I Got To Know A Couple Of The Kids From Those Places And Went To Their Houses And Experienced Such Culture Shock.

The Thing I Call ‘my Mind’ Seems To Be Kind Of Like A Landlord That Doesn’t Really Know Its Tenants.

I Go To Work The Minute I Open My Eyes.

But When The Thing That Is Scaring You Is Already Jesus, Who Are You Supposed To Pray To?

But Paper And Ink Have Conjuring Abilities Of Their Own. Arrangements Of Lines And Shapes, Of Letters And Words On A Series Of Pages Make A World We Can Dwell And Travel In.