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Envy Is Everywhere. Who Is Without Envy? And Most People Are Unaware Or Unashamed Of Being Envious.

Poetry Is Not An Assertion Of Truth, But The Making Of That Truth More Fully Real To Us.

O Father, Father Gone From Us, Lost To Us, The Church Lies Bereft, Alone, Desecrated, Desolated. And The Heathen Shall Build On The Ruins Their World Without God. I See It. I See It.

People Exercise An Unconscious Selection In Being Influenced.

My Nerves Are Bad To-night. Yes, Bad. Stay With Me. 'speak To Me. Why Do You Never Speak? Speak. 'what Are You Thinking Of? What Thinking? What? 'i Never Know What You Are Thinking. Think.