Sometimes This Fellow's Music Was Like Little

There Was Hope In Him, And Soon Perhaps The Outline Of His Journey Would Take Form.

For In A Swift Radiance Of Illumination He Saw A Glimpse Of Human Struggle And Valor. Of The Endless Fluid Passage Of The Humanity Through Endless Time. And Of Those Who Labor And Of Those Who - One Word- Love. His Soul Expanded. But For A Moment Only. For In Him, He Felt A Warning, A Shaft Of Terror.

I Think We Look For The Differences In People Because It Makes Us Less Lonely.

The Writer Must Hew The Phantom Rock.

There Are The Lover And The Beloved, But These Two Come From Different Countries.