I Saw All The Mirrors On Earth

Another School Declares That All Time Has Already Transpired And That Our Life Is Only The Crepuscular And No Doubt Falsified And Mutilated Memory Or Reflection Of An Irrecoverable Process.

Reality Is Partial To Symmetry And Slight Anachronisms

I Walk Slowly, Like One Who Comes From So Far Away He Doesn't Expect To Arrive

Best Thing To Happen For A Poet. A Fine Death, No? An Impressive Death.

To Say Good-bye Is To Deny Separation; It Is To Say Today We Play At Going Our Own Ways, But We'll See Each Other Tomorrow. Men Invented Farewells Because They Somehow Knew Themselves To Be Immortal, Even While Seeing Themselves As Contingent And Ephemeral.