A Man Screaming Is Not A Dancing

Reason, I Sacrifice You To The Evening Breeze.

Out Of The Sky, The Birds, The Parrots, The Bells, Silk, Cloth, And Drums, Out Of Sundays Dancing, Children's Words And Love Words, Out Of Love For The Little Fists Of Children, I Will Build A World, My World With Round Shoulders.

I Have A Different Idea Of A Universal. It Is Of A Universal Rich With All That Is Particular, Rich With All The Particulars There Are, The Deepening Of Each Particular, The Coexistence Of Them All.

There's Room For Everyone At The Rendezvous Of Victory.

A Man Screaming Is Not A Dancing Bear. Life Is Not A Spectacle.