The books serve as keepers of the meaning. (Often of the meaningless as well.) Ha!
on the world, the universe:
Everything is ALL–
It’s all just a chunk of stardust that got fancy.
on the fishes:
They are glittering things that never stop moving– both fascinating and soothing. There is nothing redundant in their movement; they are a perpetual ballet. I never tire of watching them.
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 