Even When Tied In A Thousand Knots,

You're Water. We're The Millstone. You're Wind. We're Dust Blown Up Into Shapes. You're Spirit. We're The Opening And Closing Of Our Hands. You're The Clarity. We're The Language That Tries To Say It. You're Joy. We're All The Different Kinds Of Laughing.

Do Thou Smile Like The Rose At Loss And Gain; For The Rose, Though Its Petals Be Torn Asunder, Still Smiles On, And It Is Never Cast Down.

If You Are A Man Of Learning, Read Something Classic, A History Of The Human Struggle And Don't Settle For Mediocre Verse.

They Say 'he Cannot Be Found'. Something That Cannot Be 'found' Is What I Desire.

How Should Spring Bring Forth A Garden On Hard Stone? Become Earth, That You May Grow Flowers Of Many Colors. For You Have Been Heart-breaking Rock. Once, For The Sake Of Experiment, Be Earth!