Technology Is Lust Removed From Nature.

War Is The Ultimate Realization Of Modern Technology.

Why Something And Not Nothing? Why Music And Not Noise?

People Hurried Past, The Others Of The Street, Endless Anonymous, Twenty-one Lives Per Second, Race-walking In Their Faces And Pigments, Sprays Of Fleetest Being.

In The American Soul There Is A Lonely Individual Standing In A Vast Landscape.

The True Life Is Not Reducible To Words Spoken Or Written, Not By Anyone, Ever.