No Woman Marries For Money;

It Is Not The Actual Enjoyment Of Pleasure That We Desire. What We Want Is To Test The Futility Of That Pleasure, So As To Be No Longer Obsessed By It.

Why So Much Innuendo, Draped Like Ivy To Hide A Cesspool, When Everyone Knew The Cesspool Was There?

But The Real, Tremendous Truth Is This: Suffering Serves No Purpose Whatever.

The Slowness Of Time, For A Man Who Knows Nothing Will Happen, Is Brutal.

Traveling Is A Brutality. It Forces You To Trust Strangers And To Lose Sight Of All That Familiar Comfort Of Home And Friends