Nobody Gets Beyond A Petroleum

Each Heart Has Its Graveyard, Each Household Its Dead, And Knells Ring Around Us Wherever We Tread, And The Feet That Awhile Made Our Pathway So Bright Pass On To A Land That Is Out Of Our Sight.

This Is Every Writer's Nightmare - The Sudden Breakdown Of Meaning In The Language That Sustains And Supports Us.

Life Is Brutal That Way ... The Loss Of Irrecoverable Moments Amid Trivia And Distraction.

Once Evolution Gets A Good Basic Design, It Tends To Throw Away The Variants And Concentrate On The Near-infinite Diversity Within That Design.

Words Bend Our Thinking To Infinite Paths Of Self-delusion, And The Fact That We Spend Most Of Our Mental Lives In Brain Mansions Built Of Words Means That We Lack The Objectivity Necessary To See The Terrible Distortion Of Reality Which Language Brings.