I Rhyme… To See Myself, To Set

It Is Difficult At Times To Repress The Thought That History Is About As Instructive As An Abattoir.

Hope Is Not Optimism, Which Expects Things To Turn Out Well, But Something Rooted In The Conviction That There Is Good Worth Working For.

The Way We Are Living, Timorous Or Bold, Will Have Been Our Life.

Even If The Last Move Did Not Succeed, The Inner Command Says Move Again.

Without Needing To Be Theoretically Instructed, Consciousness Quickly Realizes That It Is The Site Of Variously Contending Discourses.