I Saw A Man Pursuing The Horizon

Sometimes, The Most Profound Of Awakenings Come Wrapped In The Quietest Of Moments.

When The Suicide Arrived At The Sky, The People There Asked Him: "why?" He Replied: "because No One Admired Me.

Over The River A Golden Ray Of Sun Came Through The Hosts Of Leaden Rain Clouds.

The Word Is Clear Only To The Kind Who On Peak Or Plain, From Dark Northern Ice-fields To The Hot Wet Jungles, Through All Wine And Want, Through Lies And Unfamiliar Truth, Dark Or Light, Are Governed By The Unknown Gods, And Though Each Man Knows The Law, No Man May Give Tongue To It.

The Fact Has Not Created In Me A Sense Of Obligation.