Let Me Into The Darkness Again.

The Man Had Arrived At That Stage Of Drunkenness Where Affection Is Felt For The Universe.

I Saw A Man Pursuing The Horizon

When The Prophet, A Complacent Fat Man, Arrived At The Mountain-top He Cried: "woe To My Knowledge! I Intended To See Good White Lands And Bad Black Lands— But The Scene Is Grey.

The Wayfarer, Perceiving The Pathway To Truth, Was Struck With Astonishment. It Was Thickly Grown With Weeds. "ha," He Said, "i See That None Has Passed Here In A Long Time." Later He Saw That Each Weed Was A Singular Knife. "well," He Mumbled At Last, "doubtless There Are Other Roads.

Sometimes, The Most Profound Of Awakenings Come Wrapped In The Quietest Of Moments.