Amongst The Rock One Cannot Stop Or

All Art Emulates The Condition Of Ritual. That Is What It Comes From And To That It Must Always Return For Nourishment.

Oh, Do Not Ask, 'what Is It?'/let Us Go And Make Our Visit.

But What Have I, But What Have I, My Friend, To Give You, What Can You Receive From Me? Only The Friendship And The Sympathy Of One About To Reach Her Journey's End.

As We Grow Older, The World Becomes Stranger, The Pattern More Complicated Of Dead And Living.

With Out Some Kind Of God, Man Is Not Very Intresting