Death ... Doesn't Take Her Eyes Off

Chaos Is Merely Order Waiting To Be Deciphered

Unlike Joseph Her Husband, Mary Is Neither Upright Nor Pious, But She Is Not Blame For This, The Blame Lies With The Language She Speaks If Not With The Men Who Invented It, Because That Language Has No Feminine Form For The Words Upright And Pious.

We Are Finally Living In Plato's Cave, If We Consider How Those Who Were Imprisoned Within The Cave - Who Could Do Nothing But Watch Those Shadows Passing On The Back Wall - Were Convinced That Those Shadows Were Their One And Only Reality. I See A Profound Similarity To All This In The Epoch We're Now Living In. We No Longer Live Simply Through Images: We Live Through Images That Don't Even Exist, Which Are The Result Not Of Physical Projection But Of Pure Virtuality.

Oh, I'm Not Just Going Too Far, I've Arrived.

I Don't Think It Is Worth Explaining How A Character's Nose Or Chin Looks. It Is My Feeling That Readers Will Prefer To Construct, Little By Little, Their Own Character—the Author Will Do Well To Entrust The Reader With This Part Of The Work.