No One Will Ever Make

The Greek Language Seems Different Than Other Languages. I'm Not The Only Person To Think This. Usually, I Come Up With Some Kind Of Dopey Metaphor For Why It's Different. But It Seems, Somehow, More Original, More Like Being In The Morning Of Language.

Aristotle Says That Metaphor Causes The Mind To Experience Itself In The Act Of Making A Mistake.

Beauty Spins And The Mind Moves. To Catch Beauty Would Be To Understand How That Impertinent Stability In Vertigo Is Possible. But No, Delight Need Not Reach So Far. To Be Running Breathlessly, But Not Yet Arrived, Is Itself Delightful, A Suspended Moment Of Living Hope.

No Need To Fear Death. There Will Be A Tunnel And Light.

To Live Past The End Of Your Myth Is A Perilous Thing.