If I Had The Use Of My

In The Landscape Of Extinction, Precision Is Next To Godliness.

That's The Mistake I Made, One Of The Mistakes, To Have Wanted A Story For Myself, Whereas Life Alone Is Enough.

Enough To Know No Knowing.

Ah, The Old Questions, The Old Answers, There's Nothing Like Them!

The Tears Stream Down My Cheeks From My Unblinking Eyes. What Makes Me Weep So? There Is Nothing Saddening Here. Perhaps It Is Liquefied Brain.