The Universe Does Not Work By Our

To See Eternity Was To Be Exposed To Eternity's Whims, Oppressed By Endless Dimensions.

Ecology Is A Dirty Seven-letter Word To Many People. They Are Like Heavy Sleepers Refusing To Be Aroused. "leave Me Alone! It's Not Time To Get Up Yet!"

We’ve Lost Something Vital, I Tell You. When We Lost It, We Lost The Ability To Make Good Decisions. We Fall Upon Decisions These Days The Way We Fall Upon An Enemy—or Wait And Wait, Which Is A Form Of Giving Up, And We Allow The Decisions Of Others To Move Us. Have We Forgotten That We Were The Ones Who Set This Current Flowing?

Most Believe That A Satisfactory Future Requires A Return To An Idealized Past, A Past Which Never In Fact Existed.

The Flesh Surrenders Itself. Eternity Takes Back Its Own. Our Bodies Stirred These Waters Briefly, Danced With A Certain Intoxication Before The Love Of Life And Self, Dealt With A Few Strange Ideas, Then Submitted To The Instruments Of Time. What Can We Say Of This? I Occurred. I Am Not...yet, I Occurred.