Analysis Is Like A Lobotomy.

I Sense The World Might Be More Dreamlike, Metaphorical, And Poetic Than We Currently Believe--but Just As Irrational As Sympathetic Magic When Looked At In A Typically Scientific Way. I Wouldn't Be Surprised If Poetry--poetry In The Broadest Sense, In The Sense Of A World Filled With Metaphor, Rhyme, And Recurring Patterns, Shapes, And Designs--is How The World Works. The World Isn't Logical, It's A Song.

We've Gone Through The Urban Renewal Cycle In The '60s And '70s That Really Did A Lot Of Damage To The Fabric Of Urban Life - Neighborhoods Bulldozed And Highways Pushed Through, And All That Kind Of Stuff That Really Destroyed The Kind Of Social Underpinning And The Kind Of Mom And Pop Stores And All The Stuff That Makes A Community Viable.

Science's Job Is To Map Our Ignorance.

I Love Getting Out Of My Comfort Zone.

When Everything Is Visible And Appears To Be Dumb, That's When The Details Take On Larger Meanings.