If The Infinite Had No Me, Then

They Say Love Is Blindness Of Heart; I Say Not To Love Is Blindness.

Sometimes He Used A Spade In His Garden, And Sometimes He Read And Wrote. He Had But One Name For These Two Kinds Of Labor; He Called Them Gardening. ‘the Spirit Is A Garden,’ Said He

I Write With One Hand, But I Fight With Both.

Nihilism Has No Substance. There Is No Such Thing As Nothingness, And Zero Does Not Exist. Everything Is Something. Nothing Is Nothing.

Press On! A Better Fate Awaits Thee.