We Are Never Done With Thinking About

Solitude Is The Salt Of Personhood. It Brings Out The Authentic Flavor Of Every Experience.

For A Long Time Now, Every Meeting With Another Human Being Has Been The Reverberations After Even The Simplest Conversation. But The Deep Collision Is And Has Been With My Unregenerate, Tormenting And Tormented Self...i Am Unable To Become What I See. I Feel Like An Inadequate Machine, A Machine That Breaks Down At Crucial Moments, Grinds To A Dreadful Halt, "won't Go".

Fire Is A Good Companion For The Mind.

It Takes A Long Time For Words To Become Thought.

A House That Does Not Have One Warm, Comfy Chair In It Is Soulless.