Rationality Went Down The Drain

I'm Not Committed As A Writer, In The Usual Sense Of The Term, Either Religiously Or Politically. And I'm Not Conscious Of Any Particular Social Function. I Write Because I Want To Write. I Don't See Any Placards On Myself, And I Don't Carry Any Banners.

The Past Is What You Remember, Imagine You Remember, Convince Yourself You Remember, Or Pretend You Remember.

Referees Are The Law. They Have A Whistle. They Blow It. And That Whistle Is The Articulation Of God's Justice.

One Is And Is Not In The Centre Of The Maelstrom Of It All.

Apart From The Known And The Unknown, What Else Is There?