Loneliness Is Bred Of A Mind That

When I Opened My Eyes I Saw Nothing But The Pool Of Nocturnal Sky, For I Was Lying On My Back With Out-stretched Arms, Face To Face With That Hatchery Of Stars. Only Half Awake, Still Unaware That Those Depths Were Sky, Having No Roof Between Those Depths And Me, No Branches To Screen Them, No Root To Cling To, I Was Seized With Vertigo And Felt Myself As If Flung Forth And Plunging Downward Like A Diver.

If You Love A Flower That Lives On A Star, It Is Sweet To Look At The Sky At Night. All The Stars Are A-bloom With Flowers.

Trying To Be Witty Leads To Lying, More Or Less.

Grown Ups Are Certainly Very Strange.

Friendship Is Born From An Identity Of Spiritual Goals - From Common Navigation Toward A Star.