The Refined Punishments Of The Spiritual Mode

I Believe The Nearest I've Come To Perfect Love Was With A Young Coal-miner When I Was About 16.

It Always Seemed To Me That Men Wore Their Beards, Like They Wear Their Neckties, For Show.

Death Is ... A Travelling Asunder Into Elemental Chaos. And From The Elemental Chaos All Is Cast Forth Again Into Creation. Therefore Death Also Is But A Cul-de-sac, A Melting-pot.

Sex And Beauty Are Inseparable, Like Life And Consciousness. And The Intelligence Which Goes With Sex And Beauty, And Arises Out Of Sex And Beauty, Is Intuition." "and They Rock, And They Rock, Through The Sensual Ageless Ages On The Depths Of The Seven Seas, And Through The Salt They Reel With Drunken Delight And In The Tropics Tremble They With Love And Roll With Massive, Strong Desire, Like Gods.

Only The Flow Matters; Live And Let Live, Love And Let Love. There Is No Point In Love.