I'm interested in the space between order and chaos.

"In every story, there is a piece of truth waiting to be discovered."

The first erroneous assumption is that quality means goodness, or luxury, or shininess, or weight. Quality means conformance to requirements.

The very shaping of history now outpaces the ability of men to orient themselves in accordance with cherished values. And which values? Even when they do not panic, men often sense that older ways of feeling and thinking have collapsed and that newer beginnings are ambiguous to the point of moral stasis.