Art Is A Kind Of

Starting A Novel Is Opening A Door On A Misty Landscape; You Can Still See Very Little But You Can Smell The Earth And Feel The Wind Blowing.

Daytime Sleep Is A Cursed Slumber From Which One Wakes In Despair.

Our Actions Are Like Ships Which We May Watch Set Out To Sea, And Not Know When Or With What Cargo They Will Return To Port.

Hegel Says That Truth Is A Great Word And The Thing Is Greater Still. With Dave We Never Seemed To Get Past The Word.

The Notion That One Can Liberate Another Soul From Captivity Is An Illusion Of The Very Young.