The Only Thing Of Which

I Am There Where It Is Spoken That The Universe Is A Defect In The Purity Of Non-being.

What Does It Matter How Many Lovers You Have If None Of Them Gives You The Universe?

The Narration, In Fact, Doubles The Drama With A Commentary Without Which No Mise En Scene Would Be Possible.

Yet, Analytical Truth Is Not As Mysterious, Or As Secret, So As To Not Allow Us To See That People With A Talent For Directing Consciences See Truth Rise Spontaneously.

Writings Scatter To The Winds Blank Checks In An Insane Charge. And Were They Not Such Flying Leaves, There Would Be No Purloined Letters.