The Tragedy Is Not To

Fear Comes With Imagination, It’s A Penalty, It’s The Price Of Imagination.

I'll Confess It Is Pleasant To Look At You Asleep. You're Quite Beautiful, Clarice.

In The Vaults Of Our Hearts And Brains, Danger Waits. All The Chambers Are Not Lovely, Light And High. There Are Holes In The Floor Of The Mind, Like Those In A Medieval Dungeon Floor - The Stinking Oubliettes, Named For Forgetting, Bottle-shaped Cells In Solid Rock With The Trapdoor In The Top. Nothing Escapes From Them Quietly To Ease Us. A Quake, Some Betrayal By Our Safeguards, And Sparks Of Memory Fire The Noxious Gases - Things Trapped For Years Fly Free, Ready To Explode In Pain And Drive Us To Dangerous Behavior.

You Would Think Such A Day Would Tremble To Begin . . .

What He Has In Addition Is Pure Empathy And Projection,” Dr. Bloom Said. “he Can Assume Your Point Of View, Or Mine – And Maybe Some Other Points Of View That Scare And Sicken Him. It’s An Uncomfortable Gift, Jack. Perception’s A Tool That’s Pointed On Both Ends.