What Counts Is The Cultural Level

Where The Dead Walked And The Living Were Made Of Cardboard.

And The Days Are Not Full Enough And The Nights Are Not Full Enough And Life Slips By Like A Field Mouse Not Shaking The Grass

Don't Be Blinded By The Theorists And A Lying Press.

I Have Never Known Anyone Worth A Damn Who Wasn't Irascible.

From The Colour The Nature And By The Nature The Sign! Beatific Spirits Welding Together As In One Ash-tree In Ygdrasail.