There Is A Fullness And Calmness There

No Lifetime Is Long Enough For Those ... Who Simply Wish To Understand Themselves And Their Lives. It Is, Perhaps, The Curse Of Being Human, But Also A Blessing.

Love Was As Hardwired Into The Structure Of The Universe As Gravity And Matter.

No Book Or Poem Is Ever Finished, Merely Abandoned.

Barbarians, We Call Them, While All The While We Timidly Cling To Our Web Like Visigoths Crouching In The Ruins Of Rome's Faded Glory And Proclaim Ourselves Civilized.

Poetry Is Only Secondarily About Words. Primarily, It Is About Truth. I Dealt With The Ding An Sich, The Substance Behind The Shadow, Weaving Powerful Concepts, Similes, And Connections The Way An Engineer Would Raise A Skyscraper With The Whiskered-alloy Skeleton Being Constructed Long Before The Glass And Plastic And Chromaluminum Appears.