All That Matters Is That The Thing

An American Is A Complex Of Occasions, Themselves A Geometry Of Spatial Nature.

The Heroes Of The Present Will Retreat To The Imitation They Are Anyhow.

I'm Sorry, But I Was Born With A Towel On My Head.

And All Now Is War Where So Lately There Was Peace, And The Sweet Brotherhood, The Use Of Tilled Fields.

Is It Not The Play Of The Mind We Are After? Is It Not That That Shows A Mind Is There At All?