The Plan Is Not What You Think.

I Am What I Am And Cannot Be Otherwise Because Of The Shadows.

When Man Becomes Greater Than Nature, Nature, Which Gave Him Birth, Will Respond.

We Are Rag Dolls Made Out Of Many Ages And Skins, Changelings Who Have Slept In Wood Nests, And Hissed In The Uncouth Guise Of Waddling Amphibians. We Have Played Such Roles For Infinitely Longer Ages Than We Have Been Human. Our Identity Is A Dream. We Are Process, Not Reality.

Choices, More Choices Than We Like Afterward To Believe, Are Made Far Backward In The Innocence Of Childhood.

God Knows How Many Things A Man Misses By Becoming Smug And Assuming That Matters Will Take Their Own Course.