Are You Living Just A Little And

I Am A Fugitive And A Vagabond, A Sojourner Seeking Signs.

I Break Up Through The Skin Of Awareness A Thousand Times A Day, As Dolphins Burst Through Seas, And Dive Again, And Rise, And Dive.

Just Think: In All The Clean, Beautiful Reaches Of The Solar System, Our Planet Alone Is A Blot; Our Planet Alone Has Death.

What Could You Say To A Dying Person That Would Not Enrage By Its Triviality?

Self-consciousness Is The Curse Of The City And All That Sophistication Implies.