Sharp Nostalgia, Infinite And Terrible, For What

The Background Reveals The True Being And State Of Being Of The Man Or Thing. If I Do Not Possess The Background, I Make The Man Transparent, The Thing Transparent.

To Live Is Nothing More Than To Come Here To Die, To Be What We Were Before Being Born, But With Apprenticeship, Experience, Knowledge Of Cause, And Perhaps With Will.

Love, You Are Eternal Like Springtime.

I Do Not Cut My Life Up Into Days But My Days Into Lives, Each Day, Each Hour, An Entire Life.

Literature Is A State Of Culture, Poetry Is A State Of Grace, Before And After Culture.