Art Is Our Defense Against Hysteria And

I Learned Not To Fear Infinity, The Far Field, The Windy Cliffs Of Forever, The Dying Of Time In The White Light Of Tomorrow, The Wheel Turning Away From Itself, The Sprawl Of The Wave, The On-coming Water.

Love Is Not Love Until Love's Vulnerable.

The Mind Enters Itself, And God The Mind, And One Is One, Free In The Tearing Wind.

The Self Says, I Am; The Heart Says, I Am Less; The Spirit Says, You Are Nothing.

How Terrible The Need For God.