The Tides Are In Our Veins.

Death's A Fierce Meadowlark: But To Die Having Made / Something More Equal To The Centuries / Than Muscle And Bone, Is Mostly To Shed Weakness.

[k]now That However Ugly The Parts Appear The Whole Remains Beautiful. A Severed Hand Is An Ugly Thing, And Man Dissevered From The Earth And Stars And His History... For Contemplation Or In Fact... Often Appears Atrociously Ugly. Integrity Is Wholeness, The Greatest Beauty Is Organic Wholeness, The Wholeness Of Life And Things, The Divine Beauty Of The Universe.

It Is Only A Little Planet, But How Beautiful It Is.

We Might Remember ... Not To Fear Death; It Is The Only Way To Be Cleansed.

There Is No Reason For Amazement: Surely One Always Knew That Cultures Decay, And Life's End Is Death.