I Have Begun In Old Age To

Art Is Order, Made Out Of The Chaos Of Life.

...is The Carbon Molecule Lined With Thought?

A Novel Is Balanced Between A Few True Impressions And The Multitude Of False Ones That Make Up Most Of What We Call Life. It Tells Us That For Every Human Being There Is A Diversity Of Existences, That The Single Existence Is Itself An Illusion In Part, That These Many Existences Signify Something, Tend To Something, Fulfill Something; It Promises Us Meaning, Harmony, And Even Justice.

Death Is The Dark Backing A Mirror Needs If We Are To See Anything

It's Not Up To Me ... To Make The World Consistent.