O Plunge Your Hands In Water, Plunge

Between Friends Differences In Taste Or Opinion Are Irritating In Direct Proportion To Their Triviality.

Defenceless Under The Night Our World In Stupor Lies; Yet, Dotted Everywhere, Ironic Points Of Light Flash Out Wherever The Just Exchange Their Messages: May I, Composed Like Them Of Eros And Of Dust, Beleaguered By The Same Negation And Despair, Show An Affirming Flame.

We Honor Founders Of These Starving Cities, Whose Honor Is The Image Of Our Sorrow.

Almost All Of Our Relationships Begin And Most Of Them Continue As Forms Of Mutual Exploitation, A Mental Or Physical Barter, To Be Terminated When One Or Both Parties Run Out Of Goods.

To Ask The Hard Question Is Simple.