The Square Root Of Nothing.

How Do We Define, How Do We Describe, How Do We Explain And/or Understand Ourselves? What Sort Of Creatures Do We Take Ourselves To Be? What Are We? Who Are We? Why Are We? How Do We Come To Be What Or Who We Are Or Take Ourselves To Be? How Do We Give An Account Of Ourselves? How Do We Account For Ourselves, Our Actions, Interactions, Transactions (praxis), Our Biologic Processes? Our Specific Human Existence?

In The Society Of Men The Truth Resides Now Less In What Things Are Than In What They Are Not. Our Social Realities Are So Ugly If Seen In The Light Of Exiled Truth, And Beauty Is No Longer Possible If It Is Not A Lie.

If You Have Passion For What You Do, The Company You Keep, The Life You Live, It Will Be Reflected In Whatever You Create. Passion Is Like That; It Springs Out, Jumps, Unpredictable And Unplanned, Into Everything We Touch. If It Doesn't, Others Know. Passion Can't Be Faked And It Can't Be Manufactured. Which Is Why It Is So Priceless.

We Have To Realize That We Are As Deeply Afraid To Live And To Love As We Are To Die.

There Is A Great Deal Of Pain In Life And Perhaps The Only Pain That Can Be Avoided Is The Pain That Comes From Trying To Avoid Pain.