Existence Is Appetite: The Gnaw

My Liveliest Interest Is Not So Much In Things, As In Relations Of Things. I Have Spent Much Time Thinking About The Alleged Pseudo-relations That Are Called Coincidences. What If Some Of Them Should Not Be Coincidences?

The Fate Of All Explanation Is To Close One Door Only To Have Another Fly Wide Open.

If There Is A True Universal Mind, Must It Be Sane?

It Is Our Expression That The Flux Between That Which Isn't And That Which Won't Be, Or The State That Is Commonly And Absurdly Called "existence," Is A Rhythm Of Heavens And Hells: That The Damned Won't Stay Damed; That Salvation Only Precedes Perdition.

Sometimes I Am A Collector Of Data, And Only A Collector, And Am Likely To Be Gross And Miserly, Piling Up Notes, Pleased With Merely Numerically Adding To My Stores.