Ideas Brush Past Fleeting And Insubstantial As

My Nature Is Orderly And Observant And Scrupulous And Deeply Introverted.

Like A Flame Is Real Enough, Isn't It, While It's Burning?-even If There's A Time It Goes Out?

See, People Come Into Your Life For A Reason. They Might Not Know It Themselves, Why. You Might Not Know It. But There's A Reason. There Has To Be

It Is Only Through Disruptions And Confusion That We Grow, Jarred Out Of Ourselves By The Collision Of Someone Else's Private World With Our Own.

"politics" Per Se Is Absent From My Writing But There Is Usually A Moral (if Ironic) Compass.