Traveling, You Realize That Differences Are Lost:

Now, The Old Man Happened To Be The Lord.

For The Man Who Thought He Was Man There Is No Salvation.

Elsewhere Is A Negative Mirror. The Traveler Recognizes The Little That Is His, Discovering The Much He Has Not Had And Will Never Have.

Whether There Is Such A Thing As Reality, Of Which The Various Levels Are Only Partial Aspects, Or Whether There Are Only Levels, Is Something That Literature Cannot Decide. Literature Recognizes Rather The *reality Of The Levels.*

Nobody These Days Holds The Written Word In Such High Esteem As Police States Do.