Collectors Are Happy People.

Can A Sparrow Know How A Stork Feels?

I Wish The Crowd To Feel Itself Well Treated, Especially Since It Lives And Lets Me Live.

Two Souls, Alas, Are Housed Within My Breast, And Each Will Wrestle For The Mastery There.

Let Us Seek To Fathom Those Things That Are Fathomable And Reserve Those Things Which Are Unfathomable For Reverence In Quietude.

From Inaccessible Mountain Range By Way Of Desert Untrod By Human Foot To The Ends Of The Unknown Seas, The Breath Of The Everlasting Creative Spirit Is Felt, Rejoicing Over Every Speck Of Dust That Hearkens To It And Lives.