I Hope To Leave Behind A Few

The Only Way Out Is To Go Through

Forgive Me My Nonsense, As I Also Forgive The Nonsense Of Those That Think They Talk Sense.

As For His Evil Tidings, Belshazzar's Overthrow, Why Hurry To Tell Belshazzar What Soon Enough He Would Know?

The Truth Is The River Flows Into The Canyon Of Ceasing-to-question-what-doesn't-concern-us, As Sooner Or Later We Have To Cease Somewhere.

So Was I Once Myself A Swinger Of Birches. And So I Dream Of Going Back To Be.