In the game of love, the losers are more celebrated than the winners.
The aphorism: a platitude that swerves, or slides all the way around.
I win on my merits; my opponents win by cheating.
Talent shuffles the deck. Genius brings a new deck.
Scholarship can find little to say about the obvious.
Spirituality now wanders from sex to drugs to art to revolution to violence--whatever seems to promise deliverance from the quotidian.