I Think There Are A Lot More

Young Girls Are Sad. They Like To Be; It Makes Them Feel Strong.

The Individual Appears For An Instant, Joins The Community Of Thought, Modifies It And Dies; But The Species, That Dies Not, Reaps The Fruit Of His Ephemeral Existence.

The Reading Eye Must Do The Work To Make Them Live, And So It Did, Again And Again, Never The Same Life Twice, As The Artist Had Intended.

An Odd Phrase, "by Heart," He Would Add, As Though Poems Were Stored In The Bloodstream.

I'm Not Very Interested In Myself. I Do Have A Deep Moral Belief That You Should Always Look Out At Other Things And Not Be Self-centred.