There Is Man In His Entirety, Blaming

The Confusion Is Not My Invention. We Cannot Listen To A Conversation For Five Minutes Without Being Aware Of The Confusion. It Is All Around Us And Our Only Chance Now Is To Let It In. The Only Chance Of Renovation Is To Open Our Eyes And See The Mess. It Is Not A Mess You Can Make Sense Of.

I Did Not Want To Write, But I Had To Resign Myself To It In The End.

To-morrow, When I Wake, Or Think I Do, What Shall I Say Of To-day?

Make Sense Who May. I Switch Off.

There's No Lack Of Void.