Nearly Everybody Is Looking For Something Brave

If The Day Ever Comes When They Know Who They Are, They May Know Better Where They Are.

Let Cloud Shapes Swarm, / Let Chaos Storm, / I Wait For Form.

Let Those Possess The Land, And Only Those, Who Love It With A Love So Strong And Stupid That They May Be Abused And Taken Advantage Of And Made Fun Of By Business, Law, And Art.

For I Thought Epicurus And Lucretius By Nature Meant The Whole Goddam Machinery.

Nature Is Always Hinting At Us. It Hints Over And Over Again. And Suddenly We Take The Hint.