Time Is The Speed At

The Soul Is A Verb." He Impales A Lit Candle On A Spike. "not A Noun.

My Life Amounts To No More Than One Drop In A Limitless Ocean. Yet What Is Any Ocean, But A Multitude Of Drops?

Torturous Advances Won Over Generations Can Be Lost By A Single Stroke Of A Myopic President's Pen Or A Vainglorious General's Sword.

The Act Of Memory Is An Act Of Ghostwriting.

Probably" Is A Word With An Emergency Ejector Seat.