Besides Black Art, There Is Only Automation

The Day That Hunger Is Eradicated From The Earth There Will Be The Greatest Spiritual Explosion The World Has Ever Known. Humanity Cannot Imagine The Joy That Will Burst Into The World.

Little Black Horse. Where Are You Taking Your Dead Rider?

Damned, Damned Be The Rich! May Not Even Their Fingernails Be Left!... I'm Sure That They Are Going To Hell Head-first.

We're All Like The Little Sailor. From The Harbors We Hear The Strains Of Accordions And The Murky Soapy Noises Of The Docks, From The Mountains We Receive The Dish Of Silence That The Shepherds Eat, But We Don't Hear More Than Our Own Distances. And What Distances Without End And Without Doors And Without Mountains!

In Each Thing There Is An Insinuation Of Death. Stillness, Silence, Serenity Are All Apprenticeships.