|Ron:||So this Newfields guy – how did he pass away?|
|Linda:||Does it matter? People die of innumerable causes.
To me what matters is that some of his poems live.
|Ron:||I dunno. I hate it when people preach. Some of these works are pretty preachy.|
|Lex:||If so, the author was preaching to himself. Isn't that the only audience we can be certain of?|
|Tim:||In a strange way, we become what we write. Writing is a form of time traveling.|
|Linda:||Did you hear something?|
|Lex:||It may not make sense, but yeah.|
|Lis:||Anyway, relax and don't worry about understanding.
Our notions of whether or not things are sensible doesn't matter.
|Ron:||Yeap, dat almust mucks ahh weird sense. Normality iz a myth.|