I've Changed My Ways A Little, I

Long Live Freedom And Damn The Ideologies.

Death's A Fierce Meadowlark: But To Die Having Made / Something More Equal To The Centuries / Than Muscle And Bone, Is Mostly To Shed Weakness.

...science And Mathematics Run Parallel To Reality, They Symbolize It, They Squint At It, They Never Touch It: Consider What An Explosion Would Rock The Bones Of Men Into Little White Fragments And Unsky The World If Any Mind For A Moment Touch Truth.

Imagination, The Traitor Of The Mind, Has Taken My Solitude And Slain It.

Civilization Is A Transient Sickness.