Nothing Is Funnier Than Unhappiness.

I Did Not Want To Write, But I Had To Resign Myself To It In The End.

I Am Still Alive Then. That May Come In Useful.

God Is Love. Yes Or No? No.

In Reality We Are One And All From The Unthinkable First To The No Less Unthinkable Last Glued Together In A Vast Imbrication Of Flesh Without Breach Or Fissure

All Poetry, As Discriminated From The Various Paradigms Of Prosody, Is Prayer.