For Us, There Is Only The Trying.

Can We Only Love Something Created In Our Own Imaginations? Are We All In Fact Unloving And Unloveable? Then One Is Alone, And If One Is Alone Then Lover And Beloved Are Equally Unreal And The Dreamer Is No More Real Than His Dreams.

Envy Is Everywhere. Who Is Without Envy? And Most People Are Unaware Or Unashamed Of Being Envious.

Can We Only Love Something Created In Our Own Imaginations?

It Is Impossible To Say Just What I Mean!

In The Faint Moonlight, The Grass Is Singing