The Seas Are The Heart's Blood Of

The Three Great Elemental Sounds In Nature Are The Sound Of Rain, The Sound Of Wind In A Primeval Wood, And The Sound Of Outer Ocean On A Beach.

We Patronize The Animals For Their Incompleteness, For Their Tragic Fate Of Having Taken Form So Far Below Ourselves. And Therein We Err, And Greatly Err. For The Animal Shall Not Be Measured By Man. In A World Older And More Complete Than Ours, They Are More Finished And Complete, Gifted With Extensions Of The Senses We Have Lost Or Never Attained, Living By Voices We Shall Never Hear. They Are Not Brethren, They Are Not Underlings; They Are Other Nations, Caught With Ourselves In The Net Of Life And Time.

We Need Another And A Wiser And A Perhaps More Mystical Concept Of Animals.

To Know Only Artificial Night Is As Absurd And Evil As To Know Only Artificial Day.

Poor Body, Time And The Long Years Were The First Tailors To Teach You The Merciless Use Of Clothes. Though Some Scold Today Because You Are Too Much Seen, To My Mind, You Are Not Seen Fully Enough Or Often Enough When You Are Beautiful.