But Of The Seven Deadly

The World Is What It Is, No Less And No More, And Therein Lies Its Entire And Sufficient Meaning.

By The Age Of Eighteen, A Human Has Acquired Enough Joy And Heartache To Provide The Food Of Reflection For A Century.

I Want My Body To Help Fertilize The Growth Of A Cactus Or Cliff Rose Or Sagebrush Or Tree.

It Is The Difference Between Men And Women, Not The Sameness, That Creates The Tension And The Delight.

I Believe In Nothing That I Cannot Touch, Kiss, Embrace.... The Rest Is Only Hearsay.