I Would Rather Be Tied To The

The Sun Rose On The Flawless Brimming Sea Into A Sky All Brazen-all One Brightening For Gods Immortal And For Mortal Men On Plowlands Kind With Grain.

Beware The Toils Of War ... The Mesh Of The Huge Dragnet Sweeping Up The World.

Few Sons Are Like Their Fathers - Many Are Worse, Few Better.

The Lot Of Man-to Suffer And Die.

I Want To Be Alone With My Thought.