My Eyes Close. I Am Here And

You Can Talk Good Ideas Out Of Existence.

Dear Though The Reader Might Be, I'd Be Silly To Cater To What The Reader Wanted.

I Simply Seem To Drift. But I Sort Of Allow The Drift, Because It Has A Kind Of Check - It Forces Me To Work Harder At What I'm Interested In.

Everyone Sort Of Sees His Own Life And Times As Being Ephemeral. One Thinks That Everything Good Or Important That Happened, Happened In The Past. But I Think That Seeing Scenes That You Are Used To, But With The Heightening Effects Of Poetry, Perhaps Makes You Value Your Life And Times More Than You Might Otherwise Do.

I Am Certainly Not Allergic To Causes - Particularly On Subjects Such As Religious Intolerance.