You Can't Always Win Arguments

... And She Had Worn Bitterness As Though It Were A Crown.

We Are Not Born To Wait. We Are Born To Do.

...in An Infinite Universe, Anything That Could Be Imagined Might Somewhere Exist.

Language Can't Describe Reality. Literature Has No Stable Reference, No Real Meaning. Each Reader's Interpretation Is Equally Valid, More Important Than The Author's Intention. In Fact, Nothing In Life Has Meaning. Reality Is Subjective. Values And Truths Are Subjective. Life Itself Is A Kind Of Illusion. Blah, Blah, Blah, Let's Have Another Scotch.

I Am Sustained By The Certainty That Life Has Meaning...as Does Death.