There Are No Answers, Only Choices.

Cancel Me Not - For What Then Shall Remain? Abscissas, Some Mantissas, Modules, Modes, A Root Or Two, A Torus And A Node: The Inverse Of My Verse, A Null Domain.

No One Reads; If Someone Does Read, He Doesn't Understand; If He Understands, He Immediately Forgets.

The Demand For Absolute Purity Of Genres Is Becoming Nowadays An Anachronism In Literature.

We Don't Want To Conquer The Cosmos, We Simply Want To Extend The Boundaries Of Earth To The Frontiers Of The Cosmos.

Come, Let Us Hasten To A Higher Plane, Where Dyads Tread The Fairy Fields Of Venn, Their Indices Bedecked From One To _ N, Commingled In An Endless Markov Chain!