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.