My Father Gave Me Free

There Is A Concept Which Corrupts And Upsets All Others. I Refer Not To Evil, Whose Limited Realm Is That Of Ethics; I Refer To The Infinite.

I Had Always Thought Of Paradise / In Form And Image As A Library.

This Web Of Time--the Strands Of Which Approach One Another, Bifurcate, Intersect Or Ignore Eachother Through The Centuries--embrace Every Posibility.

I Live In A Grey World, Rather Like The Silver Screen World. But Yellow Stands Out.

I Have Known Uncertainty: A State Unknown To The Greeks.