Keeping ends meet (keeping hands meat)

One needs something to be taken away to feel something. The constant movement of getting/giving, waves of life. (Habits are a stop in the movement, Work often forces that absence).
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I dreamt of a new title.
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We have no more beginnings. (I revere you, George Steiner)

The twentieth century has put in doubt the theological, the philosophical, and the political-material insurance for hope. It queries the rationale and credibility of future tenses.

Language is immeasurably saturated. Words, grammatical forms, phrases, rhetorical conventions are saturated, nearly to the level of the phoneme, by usage, by precedent, by cultural-social connotation.

There is now a fascism of vulgarity. For shorthand, I call it Berlusconism. Bright graduates hanker to fill their boots, and not their minds. There is a contempt for the life of the mind on the part of money. Money has an enormous voice. It has never spoken louder.