Making Is Always A Slightly Hopeful Thing

Caught Between The Tongue And The Taste.

They Were Two Superior Eels At The Bottom Of The Tank And They Recognized Each Other Like Italics.

When An Ecstatic Is Asked The Question, What Is It That Love Dares The Self To Do? She Will Answer: Love Dares The Self To Leave Itself Behind, To Enter Into Poverty.

Beauty Spins And The Mind Moves. To Catch Beauty Would Be To Understand How That Impertinent Stability In Vertigo Is Possible. But No, Delight Need Not Reach So Far. To Be Running Breathlessly, But Not Yet Arrived, Is Itself Delightful, A Suspended Moment Of Living Hope.

There Is No Person Without A World.