I Am Not Comfortable With

People Stress The Violence. That's The Smallest Part Of It. Football Is Brutal Only From A Distance. In The Middle Of It There's A Calm, A Tranquility. The Players Accept Pain. There's A Sense Of Order Even At The End Of A Running Play With Bodies Strewn Everywhere. When The Systems Interlock, There's A Satisfaction To The Game That Can't Be Duplicated. There's A Harmony.

There Came A Time In Every Prolonged Effort When He Had A Moment Of Near Panic, Or 'terror In A Lonely Place', The Original Semantic Content Of The Word. The Lonely Place Was His Own Mind.

Perhaps We've Invented Conspiracies For Our Own Psychic Well-being, To Heal Ourselves.

In The American Soul There Is A Lonely Individual Standing In A Vast Landscape.

It Is So Much Simpler To Bury Reality Than It Is To Dispose Of Dreams