The Illusion Is We Are Only Physical.

Everything Solid Was First An Idea.

Life Is A Canvas Of Many Strokes Where Shades From Different Palettes Meet Into A Picture So Concrete That Some Forget It Is Their Own, So Become Framed Themselves.

Nature Abhors A Vacuum But Why Do Most People Hasten To Fill In The Blanks With Garbage.

Is It A Form Of Social Play That Underneath The Words People Say, There Is A Different Conversation Going On?

The Category "women Poets" Is Bizarre And Irrelevant. It's A Subcategory Of Poets, But There Is Not A "men Poets" Category.