Our Lives Are Mostly A Constant Evasion

Humankind Can't Stand Too Much Reality.

Oh, Do Not Ask, 'what Is It?'/let Us Go And Make Our Visit.

Every Phrase And Every Sentence Is An End And A Beginning, Every Poem An Epitaph.

No Place Of Grace For Those Who Avoid The Face. No Time To Rejoice For Those Who Walk Among Noise And Deny The Voice.

Where Is The Life We Have Lost In Living? Where Is The Wisdom We Have Lost In Knowledge? Where Is The Knowledge We Have Lost In Information?