No Matter What We Are, And What

It Is Impossible To Understand The Economic System In Which We Are Living If We Try To Interpret It As A Rational Scheme.it Has To Be Understood As An Awkward Phase In A Continuing Process Of Historical Development.

And Thus We All Are Nighing The Truth We Fear To Know: Death Will End Our Crying For Friends That Come And Go.

No Matter What We Are, And What We Sing, Time Finds A Withered Leaf In Every Laurel

For Through It All--above, Beyond It All-- I Know The Far-sent Message Of The Years, I Feel The Coming Glory Of The Light.

Your Dollar Is Your Only Word, / The Wrath Of It Your Only Fear. / You Build It Altars Tall Enough / To Make You See, But Your Are Blind; / You Cannot Leave It Long Enough / To Look Before You Or Behind.