Sadly, I Part From You; Like A

Twilight Whippoorwill... Whistle On, Sweet Deepener Of Dark Loneliness

Around Existence Twine, (oh, Bridge That Hangs Across The Gorge!) Ropes Of Twisted Vine.

The Moon And Sun Are Travelers Through Eternity. Even The Years Wander On. Whether Drifting Through Life On A Boat Or Climbing Toward Old Age Leading A Horse, Each Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.

Seek Not The Paths Of The Ancients; Seek That Which The Ancients Sought.

I Am One Who Eats Breakfast Gazing At Morning Glories.