Up From The Bronze, I Saw Water

But Childhood Prolonged, Cannot Remain A Fairyland. It Becomes A Hell.

What We Suffer, What We Endure, What We Muff, What We Kill, What We Miss, What We Are Guilty Of, Is Done By Us, As Individuals, In Private.

I Have Lost Faith In Universal Panaceas - Work Is The One Thing In Which I Really Believe.

I Cannot Believe That The Inscrutable Universe Turns On An Axis Of Suffering; Surely The Strange Beauty Of The World Must Somewhere Rest On Pure Joy!

Perhaps This Very Instant Is Your Time.