Yeah, But Now Suddenly - You Know,

That's My Only Defense Against This World: To Build A Sentence Out Of It.

As An English Major I Was Familiar With The Stories Of Dozens Of Writers Trying To Get Their Work Done Among The Multifarious Diversions Of The World And The Hurdles Of Their Own Vices. A Professor Had Said That What Saved Writers Is That They, Like Politicians, Had The Illusion Of Destiny That Allowed Them To Overcome Obstacles No Matter How Nominal Their Work.

I Seek The Substantial In Life.

I Do Have Trouble With Titles.

Some People Hear Their Own Inner Voices With Great Clearness And They Live By What They Hear. Such People Become Crazy, Or They Become Legends.