To Lie, Of Course, Is To Engender

Dreams Are Necessary To Life.

A Leaf Fluttered In Through The Window This Morning, As If Supported By The Rays Of The Sun, A Bird Settled On The Fire Escape, Joy In The Task Of Coffee, Joy Accompanied Me As I Walked.

People Living Deeply Have No Fear Of Death.

A Trite Word Is An Overused Word Which Has Lost Its Identity Like An Old Coat In A Second-hand Shop. The Familiar Grows Dull And We No Longer See, Hear, Or Taste It.

I Do Not Want To Be The Leader. I Refuse To Be The Leader. I Want To Live Darkly.