The Universe Is Made Of Stories, Not

Dreams Are The Sources Of Action, The Meeting And The End, A Resting Place Among The Flight Of Things.

Outrage And Possibility Are In All The Poems We Know.

Never To Despise In Myself What I Have Been Taught To Despise. Nor To Despise The Other. Not To Despise The It. To Make This Relation With The It: To Know That I Am It.

The Universe Is Made Of Stories, Not Of Atoms.

I Will Try To Be Non-violent One More Day This Morning, Waking The World Away In The Violent Day.