Anyway That's A Large Part

Look At The Pattern This Seashell Makes. The Dappled Whorl, Curving Inward To Infinity. That's The Shape Of The Universe Itself. There's Constant Pressure, Pushing Towards Pattern. A Tendency In Matter To Evolve Into Ever More Complex Forms. It's A Kind Of Pattern Gravity, A Holy Greening Power We Call 'viriditas' And It Is The Driving Force In The Cosmos. Life, You See.

Fights Over Ideas Are The Most Vicious Of All. If It Were Merely Food, Or Water, Or Shelter, We Would Work Something Out. But In The Realm Of Ideas One Can Become Idealistic .

Atoms Have A Nucleus, Made Of Protons And Neutrons Bound Together. Around This Nucleus Shells Of Electrons Spin, And Each Shell Is Either Full Or Trying To Get Full, To Balance With The Number Of Protons-to Balance The Number Of Positive And Negative Charges. An Atom Is Like A Human Heart, You See.

On The River Path In Boston Beauty Was Most Expressed As Youth And Intelligence. That Made Sense; Sixty Degree-giving Institutions, Some Three Hundred Thousand Students; That Meant At Least One Hundred Fifty Thousand More Nubile Young Women Than Demographics Would Ordinarily Suggest. Maybe That Was Why Young Men Stayed In Boston When Their College Years Were Over, Maybe That Explained Why They Were So Intellectually Hyperactive, So Frustrated, So Alcoholic, Such Terrible Drivers.

One Of The Chief Features Of Incompetence Was An Inability To See It In Oneself.