It Was A Strange Feeling, Like Touching

I Feel Like I've Swallowed A Cloudy Sky

It's Just Like Yeats Said. In Dreams Begin Responsibilities. Flip This Around And You Could Say That Where There's No Power To Imagine, No Responsibility Can Arise.

All Right, Then, I Thought: Here I Am In The Bottom Of A Well.

Who Can Really Distinguish Between The Sea And What's Reflected In It? Or Tell The Difference Between The Falling Rain And Loneliness?

Life: I'll Never Understand It.