Her Smile, I'm Sure, Burnt

Prometheus, Thief Of Light, Giver Of Light, Bound By The Gods, Must Have Been A Book.

At The Breakfast Table We Are Footnoting Everything That We Read. We Don't Recognise It As Such But We Encounter An Article In The Newspaper And Then Suddenly We Recall That A Friend Had A Certain Comment On That Particular Story, A Certain Bit Of News That We Saw On The Television Applies To That And We Immediately Assemble An Idea Of A Story.

Physics Depends On A Universe Infinitely Centred On An Equals Sign.

I Will Walk Heavy, And I Will Walk Strange.

So Often I Wonder Whether It Is My Right To Capitalize, As I Feel, So Often, On The Grief Of Others. But Then I Justify, In My Own Particular Thoughts, By Feeling That I Can Contribute A Little To The Understanding Of What Others Are Going Through; Then There Is Reason For Doing It.