We Inhabit Ourselves Without Valuing

At A Time When Politics Deals In Distortions And Half Truths, Truth Is To Be Found In The Liberal Arts. There's Something Afoot In This Country And You Are Very Much A Part Of It.

The Music Was Always In The Background, Like Music At A Church Service; It Was Something To Depend Upon.

And That's The Insult Of It, How Always It Comes Back To A Woman Being A "good" Mother In The World's Eyes Or A "bad" Mother, How Everything In A Woman's Life Is Funneled Through Her Body Between Her Legs.

Near The Point Of Impact, Time Acelerates To The Speed Of Light.

Of Our Hurts We Make Monuments Of Survival. If We Survive.