What Is Desire?-- The Impulse To Make

Pain Wanders Through My Bones Like A Lost Fire

The Self Says, I Am; The Heart Says, I Am Less; The Spirit Says, You Are Nothing.

So Much Of Adolescence Is An Ill-defined Dying, An Intolerable Waiting, A Longing For Another Place And Time, Another Condition.

The Light Comes Brighter From The East; The Cawof Restive Crows Is Sharper On The Ear.

A Too Explicit Elucidation In Education Destroys Much Of The Pleasure Of Learning. There Should Be Room For Sly Hinters, Masters Of Suggestion.