Do You Know How It Is When

Language Is The Only Homeland.

The Voice Of Passion Is Better Than The Voice Of Reason. The Passionless Cannot Change History.

Under Various Names, I Have Praised Only You, Rivers! You Are Milk And Honey And Love And Death And Dance. From A Spring In Hidden Grottoes, Seeping From Mossy Rocks, Where A Goddess Pours Live Water From A Pitcher, At Clear Streams In The Meadow, Where Rills Murmur Underground, Your Race And My Race Begin, And Amazement, And Quick Passage.

The Living Owe It To Those Who No Longer Can Speak To Tell Their Story For Them.

It Is Impossible To Communicate To People Who Have Not Experienced It The Undefinable Menace Of Total Rationalism.