Try Again. Fail Again. Try Better.

It's A Lot To Ask Of One Creature, It's A Lot To Ask, That He Should First Behave As If He Were Not, Then As If He Were, Before Being Admitted To That Peace Where He Neither Is, Nor Is Not, And Where The Language Dies That Permits Of Such Expressions.

The Fact Is, It Seems, That The Most You Can Hope Is To Be A Little Less, In The End, The Creature You Were In The Beginning, And The Middle.

Light Black. From Pole To Pole.

We Lose Our Hair, Our Teeth! Our Bloom, Our Ideals.

There's No Lack Of Void.