Science Disembodies; Art Embodies.

How Can One Build A Better Self Unless On The Ruins Of The Old?

We All Write Poems; It Is Simply That Poets Are The Ones Who Write In Words.

The Great Majority Of Modern Third-person Narration Is "i" Narration Very Thinly Disguised.

These Last Few Days I've Felt Godless. I've Felt Cleaner, Less Muddled, Less Blind. I Still Believe In A God. But He's So Remote, So Cold, So Mathematical. I See That We Have To Live As If There Is No God. Prayer And Worship And Singing Hymns-all Silly And Useless.

You Wish To Be Liked. I Wish Simply To Be. One Day You Will Know What That Means, Perhaps. And You Will Smile. Not Against Me. But With Me.