The Irrational Haunts The Metaphysical.

I Can't Dance Anymore. Total Knee Replacements. I Can't Do Anything Anymore.

The Dedicated Life Is Worth Living. You Must Give With Your Whole Heart.

When You Open A Book,” The Sentimental Library Posters Said, “anything Can Happen.” This Was So. A Book Of Fiction Was A Bomb. It Was A Land Mine You Wanted To Go Off. You Wanted It To Blow Your Whole Day. Unfortunately, Hundreds Of Thousands Of Books Were Duds. They Had Been Rusting Out Of Everyone’s Way For So Long That They No Longer Worked. There Was No Way To Distinguish The Duds From The Live Mines Except To Throw Yourself At Them Headlong, One By One.

You Do Not Have To Sit Outside In The Dark. If, However, You Want To Look At The Stars, You Will Find That Darkness Is Necessary. But The Stars Neither Require Nor Demand It.

What A Hideout: Holiness Lies Spread And Borne Over The Surface Of Time And Stuff Like Color.