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In The Whole Of Your Absurd Past You Discover So Much That's Absurd, So Much Deceit And Credulity, That It Might Be A Good Idea To Stop Being Young This Minute, To Wait For Youth To Break Away From You And Pass You By, To Watch It Going Away, Receding In The Distance, To See All Its Vanity, Run Your Hand Through The Empty Space It Has Left Behind, Take A Last Look At It, And Then Start Moving, Make Sure Your Youth Has Really Gone, And Then Calmly, All By Yourself, Cross To The Other Side Of Time To See What People And Things Really Look Like.

A God Who Counts Minutes And Pennies, A Desperate Sensual God, Who Grunts Like A Pig. A Pig With Golden Wings, Who Falls And Falls, Always Belly Side Up, Ready For Caresses, That’s Him, Our Master. Come, Kiss Me.

That Is Perhaps What We Seek Throughout Life, That And Nothing More, The Greatest Possible Sorrow So As To Become Fully Ourselves Before Dying.

Living, Just By Itself - What A Dirge That Is! Life Is A Classroom And Boredom's The Usher, There All The Time To Spy On You; Whatever Happens, You've Got To Look As If You Were Awfully Busy All The Time Doing Something That's Terribly Exciting - Or He'll Come Along And Nibble Your Brain.

You Can Lose Your Way Groping Among The Shadows Of The Past. It's Frightening How Many People And Things There Are In A Man's Past That Have Stopped Moving. The Living People We've Lost In The Crypts Of Time Sleep So Soundly Side By Side With The Dead That The Same Darkness Envelops Them All. As We Grow Older, We No Longer Know Whom To Awaken, The Living Or The Dead.