When Law And Duty Are One, United

Words Are Such Gross Machinery, So Primitive And Ambiguous.

I'm The Well-trained Fruit Tree. Full Of Well-trained Feelings And Abilities And All Of Them Grafted Onto Me

She Looked At Patches Of Blackness. Black Is A Blind Remembering, She Thought.

When Politics And Religion Are Intermingled, A People Is Suffused With A Sense Of Invulnerability, And Gathering Speed In Their Forward Charge, They Fail To See The Cliff Ahead Of Them

Answers Are A Perilous Grip On The Universe. They Can Appear Sensible Yet Explain Nothing.