Meditation And Water Are Wedded For Ever.

The Lightning Flashes Through My Skull; Mine Eyeballs Ache And Ache; My Whole Beaten Brain Seems As Beheaded, And Rolling On Some Stunning Ground.

All Round And Round Does The World Lie As In A Sharp-shooter's Ambush, To Pick Off The Beautiful Illusions Of Youth, By The Pitiless Cracking Rifles Of The Realities Of Age.

Faith And Philosophy Are Air, But Events Are Brass.

Nature Is Nobody's Ally.

Let Faith Oust Fact; Let Fancy Oust Memory; I Look Deep Down And Do Believe.