A Survey of Surfaces

The only thoughts worth having are those that take your breath away.



And a mighty cry arose, “The king is dead, the king is dead!  Long live the earthworms!”

(And a regal feast they had.)



In a peculiar part of one peculiar City, things resemble each other more than they do themselves.



the slip knots
of the mind.



From a more dimensionally complex view, the study of Man is a survey of surfaces.



In the City, Men operate on “auto pilot,” directed by genetic necessities.  The difference with a Revolutionist is that he is at least partially guided by his awareness of certain biological possibilities.