Forward My Mail To Mars.

I Like An Ending That's Both A Door And A Window.

End With An Image And Don't Explain.

Deftly They Opened The Brain Of A Child, And It Was Full Of Flying Dreams.

When They Shall Paint Our Sockets Gray And Light Us Like A Stinking Fuse, Remember That We Once Could Say, Yesterday We Had A World To Lose.

The Universe Is A Continuous Web. Touch It At Any Point And The Whole Web Quivers.