Life Is A Loom, Weaving Illusion.

They Tried To Get Me - I Got Them First! [suicide.]

How Can We Help Students To Understand That The Tragedy Of Life Is Not Death; The Tragedy Is To Die With Commitments Undefined And Convictions Undeclared And Service Unfulfilled?

This Is The Sin Against The Holy Ghost: - To Speak Of Bloody Power As Right Divine, And Call On God To Guard Each Vile Chief's House, And For Such Chiefs, Turn Men To Wolves And Swine.

The Sun Is A Huntress Young, The Sun Is A Red, Red Joy, The Sun Is An Indian Girl, Of The Tribe Of The Illinois. The Sun Is A Smouldering Fire, That Creeps Through The High Gray Plain, And Leaves Not A Bush Of Cloud To Blossom With Flowers Of Rain. The Sun Is A Wounded Deer, That Treads Pale Grass In The Skies, Shaking His Golden Horns, Flashing His Baleful Eyes. The Sun Is An Eagle Old, There In The Windless West. Atop Of The Spirit-cliffs He Builds Him A Crimson Nest.

The Only Thing That A Man May Do That Is New, Is To Write Himself On Human Hearts.