The People Who Are Absent Are The

If It Is The Greatest Truth That You Seek, The Plants Can Direct You.

Thus I Reel From Desire To Fulfillment And In Fulfillment Languish For Desire.

And Here, Poor Fool, With All My Lore I Stand No Wiser Than Before.

I Examine My Own Being, And Find There A World, But A World Rather Of Imagination And Dim Desires, Than Of Distinctness And Living Power. Then Everything Swims Before My Senses, And I Smile And Dream While Pursuing My Way Through The World.

Mankind? That Is An Abstraction. There Have Always Been And Always Will Be Only Individuals.