The Man Had Arrived At That Stage

The Wayfarer, Perceiving The Pathway To Truth, Was Struck With Astonishment. It Was Thickly Grown With Weeds. "ha," He Said, "i See That None Has Passed Here In A Long Time." Later He Saw That Each Weed Was A Singular Knife. "well," He Mumbled At Last, "doubtless There Are Other Roads.

He Saw That It Was An Ironical Thing For Him To Be Running Thus Toward That Which He Had Been At Such Pains To Avoid.

The Red Sun Was Pasted In The Sky Like A Wafer.

Sometimes, The Most Profound Of Awakenings Come Wrapped In The Quietest Of Moments.

But I Like It Because It Is Bitter, And Because It Is My Heart.