I Had Nothing To Offer Anybody Except

Believe That The World Is An Ethereal Flower, And Ye Live.

What Is That Feeling When You're Driving Away From People And They Recede On The Plain Till You See Their Specks Dispersing? - It's The Too-huge World Vaulting Us, And It's Good-by. But We Lean Forward To The Next Crazy Venture Beneath The Skies.

Return Those Shoes To The Shoemaker Return This Hand To My Father This Pillow To The Pillowmaker Those Slippers To The Shop. That Wainscot To The Carpenter, But My Mind My Tranquil And Eternal Mind Return It To Whom?

It Was All Completely Serious, All Completely Hallucinated, All Completely Happy.

This Is The Story Of America. Everybody's Doing What They Think They're Supposed To Do.