I Wish I Could Find An Event

My Truths Are All Foreknown,this Anguish Self-revealed.i'm Naked To The Bone,with Nakedness My Shield.

And Soon A Branch, Part Of A Hidden Scene,the Leafy Mind, That Long Was Tightly Furled,will Turn Its Private Substance Into Green,and Young Shoots Spread Upon Our Inner World.

Over Every Mountain There Is A Path, Although It May Not Be Seen From The Valley.

Civilization Is Over-rated, But There Isn't Much Else.

Art Is The Means We Have Of Undoing The Damage Of Haste. It's What Everything Else Isn't.