Stand On The Highest Pavement Of The

A Book Is Not Harmless Merely Because No One Is Consciously Offended By It.

Let Us Go Then, You And I, When The Evening Is Spread Out Against The Sky Like A Patient Etherised Upon A Table; Let Us Go, Through Certain Half-deserted Streets, The Muttering Retreats 5 Of Restless Nights In One-night Cheap Hotels And Sawdust Restaurants With Oyster-shells: Streets That Follow Like A Tedious Argument Of Insidious Intent To Lead You To An Overwhelming Question … 10 Oh, Do Not Ask, “what Is It?” Let Us Go And Make Our Visit. In The Room The Women Come And Go Talking Of Michelangelo.

The Journey, Not The Destination Matters.

We Do Not Pass Twice Through The Same Door Or Return To The Door Through Which We Did Not Pass.

Humankind Cannot Stand Reality.