We White People Think That We Know

Thinking Can Only Serve To Measure Out The Helplessness Of Thought.

My Death Is Very Near To Me, And Of This I Am Glad, For I Desire To Pursue The Quest In Other Realms, As It Has Been Promised To Me That I Shall Do.

As For The Girl, Since She Is Well Favoured, She Shall Brew The King's Beer, And Be Numbered Amongst The King's Wives-unless, Indeed, He Is Pleased To Give Her To Me.

Men And Women, Empires And Cities, Thrones, Principalities, And Powers, Mountains, Rivers, And Unfathomed Seas, Worlds, Spaces, And Universes, All Have Their Day, And All Must Go.

That Which Is Alive Hath Known Death, And That Which Is Dead Can Never Die, For In The Circle Of The Spirit Life Is Naught And Death Is Naught. Yea, All Things Live Forever, Though At Times They Sleep And Are Forgotten.