Some Infinities Are Bigger Than

I Think If You Keep The Box Closed Long Enough You Do Kill The Cat, Actually.

Maybe All The Strings Inside Him Broke.

She Walks Lightly, Old Man. She Walks Lightly Upon The Earth.

You Could Hear The Wind In The Leaves, And On That Wind Traveled The Screams Of The Kids On The Playground In The Distance, The Little Kids Figuring Out How To Be Alive, How To Navigate A World That Was Not Built For Them By Navigating A Playground That Was. . . Who Am I To Say That These Things Might Not Be Forever? Who Is Pete Van Houten To Assert As Fact The Conjecture That Our Labor Is Temporary? All I Know Of Heaven And All I Know Of Death Is In This Park: An Elegant Universe In Ceaseless Motion, Teeming With Ruined Ruins And Screaming Children.

I Don't Know How I Look, But I Know How I Feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.