Love Is Merely The Name For The

By Words The Mind Is Winged.

Your Lost Friends Are Not Dead, But Gone Before, Advanced A Stage Or Two Upon That Road Which You Must Travel In The Steps They Trod.

Only By Being Suspended Aloft, By Dangling My Mind In The Heavens And Mingling My Rare Thought With The Ethereal Air, Could I Ever Achieve Strict Scientific Accuracy In My Survey Of The Vast Empyrean. Had I Pursued My Inquiries From Down There On The Ground, My Data Would Be Worthless. The Earth, You See, Pulls Down The Delicate Essence Of Thought To Its Own Gross Level.

Shall I Crack Any Of Those Old Jokes, Master, At Which The Audience Never Fail To Laugh?

Wise People, Even Though All Laws Were Abolished, Would Still Lead The Same Life.