The World Is Made Up Of Stories,

There Is Also, In Any History, The Buried, The Wasted, And The Lost.

Breathe-in Experience, Breathe-out Poetry.

Never To Despise In Myself What I Have Been Taught To Despise. Nor To Despise The Other. Not To Despise The It. To Make This Relation With The It: To Know That I Am It.

Those Who Speak Of Our Culture As Dead Or Dying Have A Quarrel With Life, And I Think They Cannot Understand Its Terms, But Must Endlessly Repeat The Projection Of Their Own Desires.

What Three Things Can Never Be Done? / Forget. Keep Silent. Stand Alone