The words! I collected them in all shapes and sizes and hung them like bangles in my mind.

In a family, the same spoken lines come in over and over. Intimacy exhausts.

But memory, after a time, dispenses its own emphasis, making a feuilleton of what we once thought most ponderable, laying its wreath on what we never thought to recall.

But the trek that starts with the feet always rises in time to the head. There had never been any of mankind's that didn't.

The words! I collected them in all shapes and sizes and hung them like bangles in my mind.

Sociology, the guilty science, functions best by alarm.

This is my answer to the gap between ideas and action - I will write it out.