By Daily Dying, I Have Come To

Reason? That Dreary Shed, That Hutch For Grubby Schoolboys.

A Lively Understandable Spirit Once Entertained You. It Will Come Again. Be Still. Wait.

And I Walked, I Walked Through The Light Air; I Moved With The Morning.

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

Civilization Is Over-rated, But There Isn't Much Else.