When Satan's Not In The Mood, Virtue

What Novel - Or What Else In The World - Can Have The Epic Scope Of A Photograph Album? May Our Father In Heaven, The Untiring Amateur Who Each Sunday Snaps Us From Above, At An Unfortunate Angle That Makes For Hideous Foreshortening, And Pastes Our Pictures, Properly Exposed Or Not, In His Album, Guide Me Safely Through This Album Of Mine.

Art Is So Wonderfully Irrational, Exuberantly Pointless, But Necessary All The Same. Pointless And Yet Necessary, That's Hard For A Puritan To Understand.

Cemeteries Have Always Had A Lure For Me. They Are Well Kept, Free From Ambiguity, Logical, Virile, And Alive. In Cemeteries You Can Summon Up Courage And Arrive At Decisions, In Cemeteries Life Takes On Distinct Contours -- I Am Not Referring To The Borders Of The Graves -- And If You Will, A Meaning.

Believing: It Means Believing In Our Own Lies. And I Can Say That I Am Grateful That I Got This Lesson Very Early.

Information Networks Straddle The World. Nothing Remains Concealed. But The Sheer Volume Of Information Dissolves The Information. We Are Unable To Take It All In.