If "there Is No Harm In Asking,"

Language Is The Friendliest Of The Things From Which We Cannot Escape.

Opportunity Often Goes Begging. Luck, Never.

Mild Brown Eyes Beckon Me To The Past, But Memory Provides No Clue.

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

Now Defined As Art, The Totem Has Lost Cult, Taboo, And Custom.