Academic Palaver and The Blind Surrender of Ambivalence

"The founders of religions must have also slept in unheated rooms."

"Good Evening Pyongyang - Are You Ready to ROCK?!?!?!"

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tir'd;

But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:

For then my thoughts--from far where I abide--
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,

And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:

Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,

Which, like a jewel (hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.

Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.

"Sometimes I think nothing is simple but the feeling of pain"

"C'mon, Everybody Now- Put Your Muthafuckin Hands Together For the One That Made It Possible For This All To Happen..."

"Keep On Rocking in the Culturally Hermetically Sealed World!!! Thank You and Good Night Commrades; You've Been Great!!!"