Death Is The Only Real Elegance.

I Take A Sun Bath And Listen To The Hours, Formulating, And Disintegrating Under The Pines, And Smell The Resiny Hardihood Of The High Noon Hours. The World Is Lost In A Blue Haze Of Distances, And The Immediate Sleeps In A Thin And Finite Sun.

The Purpose Of Life On Earth Is That The Soul Should Grow - So Growl By Doing What Is Right.

I Suppose All We Can Really Share With People Is A Taste For The Same Kinds Of Weather.

I Love You, Even If There Isn’t Any Me, Or Any Love, Or Even Any Life. I Love You.

Look Closer And You'll See Something Extraordinary, Mystifying, Something Real And True. We Have Never Been What We Seemed.