Birth Was The Death Of Him.

Yes, I Dont Know Why, But I Have Never Been Disappointed, And I Often Was In The Early Days, Without Feeling At The Same Time, Or A Moment Later, An Undeniable Relief.

Art Has Nothing To Do With Clarity, Does Not Dabble In The Clear And Does Not Make Clear

Was I Asleep? Had I Slept?

The Sun Shone, Having No Alternative, On The Nothing New.

The Essential Doesn't Change.