We Live In A World Made Up

She Extended A Hand That I Didn't Know How To Take, So I Broke Its Fingers With My Silence.

And She Would Say, "today You Believe In God?" And He Would Say, "today I Believe In Love".

I Do Think Ordinariness Is, In A Way, The Enemy, But Not Ordinariness As The Opposite Of Flamboyance.

Think Of The Beginning Of The Story Of The Beginning Of Everything: Adam (without Eve And Without Divine Guidance) Names The Animals. Continuing His Work, We Call Stupid People Bird-brained, Cowardly People Chickens, Fools Turkeys. Are These The Best Names We Have To Offer? If We Can Revise The Notion Of Women Coming From A Rib, Can’t We Revise Our Categorizations Of The Animals That, Draped With Barbecue Sauce, End Up As The Ribs On Our Dinner Plates — Or For That Matter, The Kfc In Our Hands?

It Is Not A Thing That You Can Imagine. It Only Is. After That, There Can Be No Imagining.