And So They Are Ever Returning To

And So They Are Ever Returning To Us, The Dead.

Time, That Most Abstract Of Humanity's Homes.

Human Civilization Has Been No More Than A Strange Luminescence Growing More Intense By The Hour, Of Which No One Can Say When It Will Begin To Wane And When It Will Fade Away.

We Take Almost All The Decisive Steps In Our Lives As A Result Of Slight Inner Adjustments Of Which We Are Barely Conscious.

I Have Always Kept Ducks, Even As A Child, And The Colours Of Their Plumage, In Particular The Dark Green And Snow White, Seemed To Me The Only Possible Answer To The Questions That Are On My Mind.