Evolution Is Like Walking On A Rolling

The Figure A Poem Makes. It Begins In Delight And Ends In Wisdom... In A Clarification Of Life - Not Necessarily A Great Clarification, Such As Sects And Cults Are Founded On, But In A Momentary Stay Against Confusion.

Nobody Was Ever Meant, To Remember Or Invent, What He Did With Every Cent.

States Strong Enough To Do Good Are But Few. Their Number Would Seem Limited To Three.

There Is No Love. There's Only Love Of Men And Women, Love Of Children, Love Of Friends, Of Men, Of God: Divine Love, Human Love, Parental Love, Roughly Discriminated For The Rough.

We Love The Things We Love For What They Are.