We See Things As We

First-rate People Hire First-rate People; Second-rate People Hire Third-rate People.

Hope Is Ambiguous, But Fear Is Precious.

Everyone, In Some Small Sacred Sanctuary Of The Self, Is Nuts.

Words Sing. They Hurt. They Teach. They Sanctify. They Were Man's First, Immeasurable Feat Of Magic. They Liberated Us From Ignorance And Our Barbarous Past.

Where There Is Too Much, Something Is Missing.