I Resist Change Even As I Call

As I Criss-cross The City Hurrying, I Feel Always The Unchanging Cold Beneath The Pavement.

Technique Bridges Among Ideas, And Sometimes Generates Them.

Spirituality Now Wanders From Sex To Drugs To Art To Revolution To Violence--whatever Seems To Promise Deliverance From The Quotidian.

The More Powerless People Are, The Longer They Are Kept Waiting.

Stated Clearly Enough, An Idea May Cancel Itself Out.