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To Read" Actually Comes From The Latin Reri "to Calculate, To Think" Which Is Not Only The Progenitor Of "read" But Of "reason" As Well, Both Of Which Hail From The Greek Arariskein "to Fit." Aside From Giving Us "reason," Arariskein Also Gives Us An Unlikely Sibling, Latin Arma Meaning "weapons." It Seems That "to Fit" The World Or To Make Sense Of It Requires Either Reason Or Arms.

Stories Heard But Not Recalled. Letters Too. Words Filling My Head. Fragmenting Like Artillery Shells. Shrapnel, Like Syllables, Flying Everywhere. Terrible Syllables. Sharp Cracked. Traveling At Murderous Speed. Tearing Through It All In A Very, Very Bad Inreparable Way.

...she Still Cannot Resist Looking Out The Window Every Couple Of Minutes. The Sound Of A Passing Truck Causes Her To Glance Away. Even If There Is No Sound, The Weight Of A Hundred Seconds Always Turns Her Head.

He [zampano] Probably Would Of Insisted On Corrections And Edits, He Was His Own Harshest Critic, But I've Come To Believe Errors, Especially Written Errors, Are Often The Only Markers Left By A Solitary Life: To Sacrifice Them Is To Lose The Angels Of Personality, The Riddle Of A Soul. In This Case A Very Old Soul. A Very Old Riddle.

Scars Are The Paler Pain Of Survival Received Unwillingly And Displayed In The Language Of Injury.