I Realize That, While Often Happy And

Life Is Whatever We Conceive It To Be.

To Choose Ways Of Not Acting Was Ever The Concern And Scruple Of My Life.

I Pass Times, I Pass Silences, Formless Worlds Pass Me By.

Humanitarianism Is Rude.

But My Sadness Is Comforting Because It’s Right And Natural And Because It’s What The Soul Should Feel When It Already Thinks It Exists And The Hand Pick Flowers And The Soul Takes No Notice.