Beware The People Weeping When They Bare

And What Is It, Thought I, After All! It’s Only His Outside; A Man Can Be Honest In Any Sort Of Skin.

Beneath Those Stars Is A Universe Of Gliding Monsters.

I Try All Things, I Achieve What I Can.

Is It Possible, After All, That Spite Of Bricks And Shaven Faces, This World We Live In Is Brimmed With Wonders, And I And All Mankind, Beneath Our Garbs Of Common-placeness, Conceal Enigmas That The Stars Themselves, And Perhaps The Highest Seraphim Can Not Resolve?

Whatever My Fate, I'll Go To It Laughing.