Existence Is Appetite: The Gnaw

In Measuring A Circle, One Begins Anywhere.

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.

Against All The Opposition In The World, I Make This Statement - That Once I Knew A Magician. I Was A Witness Of A Performance That May Some Day Be Considered Understandable, But That, In These Primitive Times, So Transcends What Is Said To Be The Known That It Is What I Mean By Magic.

The Earth Is A Farm. We Are Someone Else's Property.

One Can't Be Of An Enquiring And Experimental Nature, And Still Be Very Sensible.