A Civilization Is Built On What Is

So The Crew Fly On With No Thought That They Are In Motion. Like Night Over The Sea, They Are Very Far From The Earth, From Towns, From Trees. The Clock Ticks On. The Dials, The Radio Lamps, The Various Hands And Needles Go Though Their Invisible Alchemy. . . . And When The Hour Is At Hand The Pilot May Glue His Forehead To The Window With Perfect Assurance. Out Of Oblivion The Gold Has Been Smelted: There It Gleams In The Lights Of The Airport.

It Is As A Soldier That You Make Love And As A Lover That You Make War.

You Give Birth To That On Which You Fix Your Mind

C'est Véritablement Utile Puisque C'est Joli. It Is Truly Useful Since It Is Beautiful.

I Believe That For His Escape He Took Advantage Of The Migration Of A Flock Of Wild Birds.