M: Is He Smart I: She Yes

My Religion Makes No Sense And Does Not Help Me Therefore I Pursue It.

Philosophy - Hopeless. Yet It Gives Me Hope.

To Live Past The End Of Your Myth Is A Perilous Thing.

I Don't Know That We Really Think Any Thoughts; We Think Connections Between Thoughts. That's Where The Mind Moves, That's What's New, And The Thoughts Themselves Have Probably Been There In My Head Or Lots Of Other People's Heads For A Long Time.

Prowling The Meanings Of A Word, Prowling The History Of A Person, No Use Expecting A Flood Of Light. Human Words Have No Main Switch. But All Those Little Kidnaps In The Dark. And Then The Luminous, Big, Shivering, Discandied, Unrepentant, Barking Web Of Them That Hangs In Your Mind When You Turn Back To The Page You Were Trying To Translate.