And An Equation Is The Same Whether

My Eyes Close. I Am Here And Not Here. A Waking Nap? A Flight To The End Of The Galaxy And Perhaps A Couple Of Billion Light-years Beyond?

Quietly They Moved Down The Calm And Sacred River That Had Come Down To Earth So That Its Waters Might Flow Over The Ashes Of Those Long Dead, And That Would Continue To Flow Long After The Human Race Had, Through Hatred And Knowledge, Burned Itself Out.

In A Painting, You Can't Make Out Whether The Artist Painted The Left Eye Before The Right Eye. In Chinese Calligraphy, You Can See The Progression Of The Artist's Stroke.

Revision Has Its Own Peculiar Pleasures And Its Own Peculiar Frustrations. The Ground Rules Are Already Established; The Characters Already Exist. You Don't Have To Bring The Characters To Life, But You Do Have To Make Them More Convincing.

And An Equation Is The Same Whether It's Written In Red Or Green Ink