The death of God left the angels in a strange position.
The much heaves and palpitates. It is multidirectional and has a mayor.
Capitalism arose and took off its pajamas. Another day, another dollar. Each man is valued at what he will bring in the marketplace. Meaning has been drained from work and assigned instead to remuneration.
The writer is one who, emnbarking upon a task, does not know what to do.
Any genuine work of art generates new work.
The important thing is the educational experience itself — how to survive it.