I Have A Plot, But Not Much

Religion And Science Both Profess Peace (and The Sincerity Of The Professors Is Not Being Doubted), But Each Always Turns Out To Have A Dominant Part In Any War That Is Going Or Contemplated.

Both Poet And Painter Want To Reach The Silence Behind The Language, The Silence Within The Language. Both Painter And Poet Want Their Work To Shine Not Only In Daylight But (by Whatever Illusionist Magic) From Within.

It May Be Said That Poems Are In One Way Like Icebergs: Only About A Third Of Their Bulk Appears Above The Surface Of The Page.

The Spirit World Doesn't Admit To Communicating With Me, So It's Fairly Even.

A Chronicle Is Very Different From History Proper.