One May Take Many Liberties With God

But By The Time That I Had Nothing Left, I Myself Was The Lightest Thing Of All For Fate To Get Rid Of.

Humanity Has Made A Great Error In Seizing On A Certain Moment, No More Intrinsically Notable Than Any Other Moment And Has Called It Birth. The Habit Of Honoring One Single Instant Of The Universal Process To The Disadvantage Of Other Instants Has Done More, Perhaps, Than Anything To Obfuscate The Crystal Clearness Of The Fundamental Flux.

The Cure For Anything Is Salt Water: Sweat, Tears Or The Sea.

People Who Dream When They Sleep At Night Know Of A Special Kind Of Happiness Which The World Of The Day Holds Not, A Placid Ecstasy, And Ease Of Heart, That Are Like Honey On The Tongue.

The Cicada Sing An Endless Song In The Long Grass, Smells Run Along The Earth And Falling Stars Run Over The Sky, Like Tears Over A Cheek. You Are The Privileged Person To Whom Everything Is Taken. The Kings Of Tarshish Shall Bring Gifts.