When Sages Commend Excess, Desire Is Sick.

In The Labyrinth Of A Difficult Text, We Find Unmarked Forks In The Path, Detours, Blind Alleys, Loops That Deliver Us Back To Our Point Of Entry, And Finally The Monster Who Whispers An Unintelligible Truth In Our Ears.

Life Is Used Up All The Same, Whether We Save, Spend, Or Waste It.

Life Is Struggle And Sleep.

Often, When I Want To Consult My Impulses, I Cannot Find Them.

Failures Are Easier To Repeat Than Successes.