In the labyrinth of a difficult text, we find unmarked forks in the path, detours, blind alleys, loops that deliver us back to our point of entry, and finally the monster who whispers an unintelligible truth in our ears.
Telescopes and binoculars endanger the ever-distant sublime.
Genius knows where the questions are hidden.
My regimen is lust and avarice for exercise, gluttony and sloth for relaxation.
Don't tell me it's raining when you're peeing on me!
Eccentricity gives misfits a way of fitting in.