Scars Are The Paler Pain Of Survival

The Thread Has Snapped. No Sound Even To Mark The Breaking Let Alone The Fall. That Long Anticipated Disintegration, When The Darkest Angel Of All, The Horror Beyond All Horrors, Sits At Last Upon My Chest, Permanently Enfolding Me In Its Great Covering Wings, Black As Ink, Veined In Bees' Purple. A Creature Without A Voice. A Voice Without A Name. As Immortal As My Life. Come Here At Long Last To Summon The Wind.

Maturity, One Discovers, Has Everything To Do With The Acceptance Of ‘not Knowing.

Absolutely Nothing Visible To The Eye Provides A Reason For Or Even Evidence Of Those Terrifying Shifts Which Can In A Matter Of Moments Reconstitute A Simple Path Into An Extremely Complicated One.

Explanation Is Not Half As Strong As Experience But Experience Is Not Half As Strong As Experience And Understanding

Physics Depends On A Universe Infinitely Centred On An Equals Sign.