The percept takes priority of the concept.
People who write obscurely are either unskilled in writing or up to mischief.
All words, in every language, are metaphors.
Our permanent address is tommorrow.
Violence, whether spiritual or physical, is a quest for identity and the meaningful. The less identity, the more violence.
If the work of the city is the remaking or translating of man into a more suitable form than his nomadic ancestors achieved, then might not our current translation of our entire lives into the spiritual form of information seem to make of the entire.