We Agreed To Love Each Other Madly.

Details Are The Life Of Prose.

What A Horror It Would Have Been If The World Was Real, Because If The World Was Real, It Would Be Immortal.

I See As Much As Doors'll Allow, Open Or Shut.

But Night Would Come And With It The Mountain Moon And The Lake Would Be Moon - Laned And I'd Go Out And Sit In The Grass And Meditate Facing West, Wishing There Were A Personal God In All This Impersonal Matter.

We Agreed To Love Each Other Madly.