It Is When You Are Asking About

Reality Is A Sound, You Have To Tune In To It Not Just Keep Yelling.

Time Isn't Made Of Anything. It Is An Abstraction. Just A Meaning That We Impose Upon Motion.

Simply Do Something Else And Return To It Later To Find The Problem Wasn't A Problem At All. Ruptures Almost Always Lead To A Stronger Project.

Caught Between The Tongue And The Taste.

Now Every Mortal Has Pain And Sweat Is Constant, But If There Is Anything Dearer Than Being Alive, It's Dark To Me. We Humans Seem Disastrously In Love With This Thing (whatever It Is) That Glitters On The Earth-- We Call It Life. We Know No Other. The Underworld's A Blank And All The Rest Just Fantasy.