A Journey Never Ends. Only

In A King, Modesty Would Be A Sign Of Weakness.

A Human Being Is A Being Who Is Constantly 'under Construction,' But Also, In A Parallel Fashion, Always In A State Of Constant Destruction.

The Novel Is Not So Much A Literary Genre, But A Literary Space, Like A Sea That Is Filled By Many Rivers.

...the Habit Of Falling Hardens The Body, Reaching The Ground, To In Itself, Is A Relief.

The Minds Of Human Beings Are Not Always Entirely At One With The World In Which They Live, Some People Have Trouble Adjusting To Reality, Basically They're Just Weak, Confused Spirits Who Use Words, Sometimes Very Skillfully, To Justify Their Cowardice.