Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond

I Am Someone Who Proudly And Humbly Affirms That Love Is The Mystery-of-mysteries, And That Nothing Measurable Matters 'a Very Good God Damn'; That 'an Artist, A Man, A Failure' Is No Mere Whenfully Accreting Mechanism, But A Givingly Eternal Complexity-neither Some Soulless And Heartless Ultrapredatory Infra-animal Nor Any Understandingly Knowing And Believing And Thinking Automaton, But A Naturally And Miraculously Whole Human Being-a Feelingly Illimitable Individual; Whose Only Happiness Is To Transcend Himself, Whose Every Agony Is To Grow.

Since The Thing Perhaps Is To Eat Flowers And Not To Be Afraid

Exists No Miracle Mightier Than This: To Feel.

Seeker Of Truth Follow No Path All Paths Lead Where Truth Is Here.

Listen; There's A Hell Of A Good Universe Next Door: Let's Go.