We're Anything Brighter Than Even

If 180 Million People Want To Be Undead, That’s Their Funeral, But I Happen To Like Being Alive.

Private Property Began The Instant Somebody Had A Mind Of His Own.

For Whatever We Lose (like A You Or A Me), It's Always Our Self We Find In The Sea.

I Am Someone Who Proudly And Humbly Affirms That Love Is The Mystery-of-mysteries, And That Nothing Measurable Matters 'a Very Good God Damn'; That 'an Artist, A Man, A Failure' Is No Mere Whenfully Accreting Mechanism, But A Givingly Eternal Complexity-neither Some Soulless And Heartless Ultrapredatory Infra-animal Nor Any Understandingly Knowing And Believing And Thinking Automaton, But A Naturally And Miraculously Whole Human Being-a Feelingly Illimitable Individual; Whose Only Happiness Is To Transcend Himself, Whose Every Agony Is To Grow.

Love Is A Deeper Season Than Reason; My Sweet One