A Man Who Lives Unrelated To Other

Self-destructive Patterns Cause As Much Suffering As Outer Catastrophes.

I Sleep With My Feet On Moss Carpets, My Branches In The Cotton Of The Clouds.

The One Who Travels Like A Lover Searching For A New Passion Is Suddenly Blessed With New Eyes, New Ears, New Senses.

We Are Going To The Moon That Is Not Very Far. Man Has So Much Farther To Go Within Himself.

Don't Say Anything, Because I See That You Understand Me, And I Am Afraid Of Your Understanding. I Have Such A Fear Of Finding Another Like Myself, And Such A Desire To Find One! I Am So Utterly Lonely, But I Also Have Such A Fear That My Isolation Be Broken Through, And I No Longer Be The Head And Ruler Of My Universe. I Am In Great Terror Of Your Understanding By Which You Penetrate Into My World; And Then I Stand Revealed And I Have To Share My Kingdom With You.