In My Beginning Is My End.

Men Tighten The Knot Of Confusion Into Perfect Misunderstanding.

Do I Dare Disturb The Universe?

My Life Is Light, Waiting For The Death Wind, Like A Feather On The Back Of My Hand.

And Voices Singing Out Of Empty Cisterns And Exhausted Wells.

When Forced To Work Within A Strict Framework, The Imagination Is Taxed To Its Utmost And Will Produce Its Richest Ideas. Given Total Freedom, The Work Is Likely To Sprawl.