The Desire For Order Is The Only

When You Are In It Up To Your Ears, Keep Your Mouth Shut.

We Do Not Know The True Value Of Our Moments Until They Have Undergone The Test Of Memory. Like The Images The Photographer Plunges Into A Golden Bath, Our Sentiments Take On Color; And Only Then, After That Recoil And That Trans-figuration, Do We Understand Their Real Meaning And Enjoy Them In All Their Tranquil Splendor.

Let Us Lose None Of Their Humble Words, Let Us Note Their Slightest Gestures, And Tell Me, Tell Me That We Will Think Of Them Together, Now And Later, When We Realise The Misery Of The Times And The Magnitude Of Their Sacrifice.

The Swimmer Adrift On The Open Seas Measures His Strength, And Strives With All His Muscles To Keep Himself Afloat. But What Is He To Do When There Is No Land On The Horizon, And None Beyond It?

The Desire For Order Is The Only Order In The World.