Flat Or Round, There Has Always Been

No One Is Ever Ordinary.

He Sat By Her, Watching Every Gesture She Made, As If He Would Paint Her Portrait Afterward.

Flat Or Round, There Has Always Been Hate In The World.

In The Greater Part Of Humankind There Resides An Instinct For Survival. It Is This Which Can Clutch At Straws And Effect A Rescue From Them. It Is This Which Can, Now And Then, Outwit Fate.

How Massively The Mountains Stand, While Low To The Ground The Sand Blows. The Sand Blows On And On. And Then There Are No Mountains, None At All, The Sand Has Kissed And Whispered Them Away. And Still, The Sand Blows On.