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Out On The Lawn I Lie In Bed, Vega Conspicuous Overhead.

Thousands Have Lived Without Love, Not One Without Water.

So Long As We Think Of It Objectively, Time Is Fate Or Chance, The Factor In Our Lives For Which We Are Not Responsible, And About Which We Can Do Nothing; But When We Begin To Think Of It Subjectively, We Feel Responsible For Our Time, And The Notion Of Punctuality Arises.

The Older Lives Like Not To Be Stood In Rows Or At Right Angles.

Man Desires To Be Free And He Desires To Feel Important. This Places Him In A Dilemma, For The More He Emancipates Himself From Necessity The Less Important He Feels.