We live in such constant nearness to the abyss of past time that the moment is endlessly sucked into.

The justification for rap rock seems to be that if you take really bad rock and put really bad rap over it, the result is somehow good, provided the raps are barked by an overweight white guy with cropped hair and forearm tattoos.

We live in such constant nearness to the abyss of past time that the moment is endlessly sucked into.

This is why you can never reason true Christians out of the faith. It's not, as the adage has it, because they were never reasoned into it - many were - it's that faith is a logical door which locks behind you. What looks like a line of thought is steadily warping.

Freaky things happen all the time in the world. I suppose everything has to happen for the first time at some point.

It is a curious fact that the word essayist showed up in English before it existed in French.

The city of Cork - the urban center, where all the shops and bars and everything are - is actually an island, a river island.