That Women Are Mysterious And Unknowable Is

You Know, You Can Steel Your Heart Against Any Kind Of Trouble, Any Kind Of Horror. But The Simple Act Of Kindness From A Complete Stranger Will Unstitch You.

Narrative Is A Very Feeble Weapon In The Face Of Human Darkness And Yet It's All We Have. That We Have To Hang The Transformation And Survival Of Our Species On The Journey And Transformation Of One Singular Person So Far Outside Of What We Expect They Can Do.

Something That Had The Quality Of A Dimly Lit Stage Set Just Before The Curtains Rise On Opening Night. There Was A Rhythm To It, A Beckoning, And A Bittersweet Tear In Time.

Your Anatomy Is A Mystery That Nobody Bothers Explaining To Us. Even When We Think We Have Mastered One Woman's Body, Every Body Is Different.

Literature Is An Aspect Of Story And Story Is All That Exists To Make Sense Of Reality. War Is A Story. Now You Begin To See How Powerful Story Is Because It Informs Our Worldview And Our Every Action, Our Every Justification Is A Story. So How Can Story Not Be Truly Transformative? I've Seen It Happen In Real Ways, Not In Sentimental Ways Or In The Jargon Of New Age Liberal Ideology.