Religion Seems To Have Always

The Sum Of The Crowd's Iq Was Far Below That Of Its Most Modest Single Member. Mobs Have Passions, Not Brains.

The Future Is Like Smoke From A Burning Forest, Waiting For The Wind Of Specific Events And Personal Courage To Blow The Sparks And Embers Of Reality This Way Or That.

The Life Of A Poet Lies Not Merely In The Finite Language-dance Of Expression But In The Nearly Infinite Combinations Of Perception And Memory Combined With The Sensitivity To What Is Perceived And Remembered.

To See And Feel One's Beloved Naked For The First Time Is One Of Life's Pure, Irreducible Epiphanies. If There Is A True Religion In The Universe, It Must Include That Truth Of Contact Or Be Forever Hollow. To Make Love To The One True Person Who Deserves That Love Is One Of The Few Absolute Rewards Of Being A Human Being, Balancing All Of The Pain, Loss, Awkwardness, Loneliness, Idiocy, Compromise, And Clumsiness That Go With The Human Condition. To Make Love To The Right Person Makes Up For A Lot Of Mistakes.

The Young Remember Most Deeply.... When We Are Old And Failing, It Is The Memories Of Childhood Which Can Be Summoned Most Clearly.