The Theatre Is A Tragic

Anything That Consoles Is Fake.

There Is A Gulf Fixed Between Those Who Can Sleep And Those Who Cannot. It Is One Of The Greatest Divisions Of The Human Race.

Of Course Reading And Thinking Are Important But, My God, Food Is Important Too. How Fortunate We Are To Be Food-consuming Animals. Each Meal Should Be A Treat And One Ought To Bless Every Day Which Brings With It A Good Digestion And The Precious Gift Of Hunger.

So We Live; A Spirit That Broods And Hovers Over The Continual Death Of Time, The Lost Meaning, The Unrecaptured Moment, The Unremembered Face, Until The Final Chop That Ends All Our Moments And Plunges That Spirit Back Into The Void From Which It Came.

Our Destiny Can Be Examined, But It Cannot Be Justified Or Totally Explained. We Are Simply Here.