Off-camera Lives Are Unverifiable.

The Genius Of Rock Music Is That It Matched The Cultural Hysteria Around It.

There Is A Balance, A Kind Of Standoff Between The Time Continuum And The Human Entity, Our Frail Bundle Of Soma And Psyche. We Eventually Succumb To Time, It's True, But Time Depends On Us. We Carry It In Our Muscles And Genes, Pass It On To The Next Set Of Time-factoring Creatures, Our Brown-eyed Daughters And Jug-eared Sons, Or How Would The World Keep Going. Never Mind The Time Theorists, The Cesium Devices That Measure The Life And Death Of The Smallest Silvery Trillionth Of A Second.... We Were The Only Crucial Clocks, Our Minds And Bodies, Way Stations For The Distribution Of Time.

Let's Enjoy The Aimless Days While We Still Can.

Somehow Pictures Always Lead To People As Masses. Books Belong To Individuals.

When He Died He Would Not End. The World Would End.