“Truth and Justice are rarely in vicinity.”
Where to start with one’s cosmogony?
‘Tis like trying to catch a comet’s tail with fingertips
from the surety of one’s own backyard on sweltering though otherwise still August night.
Is a man, with stretched arm to heaven, to close the left eye?
The right eye?
Neither? – fuck.
Devil walks into bar. Orders drink. Asks Philosopher sitting next to him: “And what do you do?”