You Don't Have To Destroy Me. Do

I Did Not Care What It Was All About. All I Wanted To Know Was How To Live In It. Maybe If You Found Out How To Live In It You Learned From That What Is Was All About.

You Did Not Kill The Fish Only To Keep Alive And To Sell For Food, He Thought. You Killed Him For Pride And Because You Are A Fisherman. You Loved Him When He Was Alive And You Loved Him After. If You Love Him, It Is Not A Sin To Kill Him. Or Is It More?

The World Is A Fine Place And Worth The Fighting For And I Hate Very Much To Leave It.

But Perhaps He Had Enough Animal Strength And Detached Intelligence That He Could Make Another Start.

Writing Is The Clumsy Attempt To Find Symbols For Wordlessness.