As with the knife, the longer the conversation, the less frequently it comes to a point. [...] Effort is the mother of justice, but also the sister of disappointment, and the whore of waste. [...] Flux is a state in which id is replaced with value x. In the infidelity of a wish, it’s not the glance or the eyebrow that betrays, but the effort. [...] In front it is the tie; behind it is the leash; above it is the noose; below it is the shackle. [...] If chance is in the landscape and Mankind in the highway, then God is in the traffic.