When A Wise Man Does Not Understand,

I Have No Fear, For Fear Is The Little Death That Kills Me Over And Over. Without Fear, I Die But Once.

The Gift Of Words Is The Gift Of Deception And Illusion.

It Was Mostly Sweet," He Whispered, "and You Were The Sweetest Of All.

Time Can Also Be A Place.... Everything Depends On Where You Are Standing, On Where You Look Or What You Hear. The Measure Of It Is Found In Consciousness Itself.

Making Workable Choices Occurs In A Crucible Of Informative Mistakes. Thus Intelligence Accepts Fallibility. And When Absolute (infallible) Choices Are Not Known, Intelligence Takes Chances With Limited Data In An Arena Where Mistakes Are Not Only Possible But Also Necessary.