There's Nothing That Makes You So Aware

People, Unless They Are Nilly-willy Or Very Sick, Cannot Be Taken Into The Hands And Be Changed Overnight Into Somthing More Worth-while And Profitable.

For In A Swift Radiance Of Illumination He Saw A Glimpse Of Human Struggle And Valor. Of The Endless Fluid Passage Of The Humanity Through Endless Time. And Of Those Who Labor And Of Those Who - One Word- Love. His Soul Expanded. But For A Moment Only. For In Him, He Felt A Warning, A Shaft Of Terror.

I Have More To Say Than Hemingway, And God Knows, I Say It Better Than Faulkner.

There Is No Stillness Like The Quiet Of The First Cold Nights In The Fall.

Next To Music Beer Was Best.