Truth Is Singular. Its 'versions' Are Mistruths.

A Half-read Book Is A Half-finished Love Affair.

The Spirit Was Willing But The Flesh Was Weak.

Act', Implores The Ghost Of Future Regret. 'i Shan't Give You Another Chance'. [and So Jacob Does] 'damned Fool,' Groans The Demon Of Present Regret. 'what Have You Done?

I Think Words Operate Like Musical Notes That The Eyeball Hears.

I Understand Now That Boundaries Between Noise And Sound Are Conventions. All Boundaries Are Conventions, Waiting To Be Transcended. One May Transcend Any Convention If Only One Can First Conceive Of Doing So.