Man, When He Is Merely What He

Even The Smallest Of Creatures Carries The Sun In Its Eyes.

He Who Does Not Fill His World With Phantoms Remains Alone.

When I Do Not Walk In The Clouds I Walk As Though I Were Lost.

All The Suns Labor To Kindle Your Flame And A Microbe Puts It Out.

God Has Given A Great Deal To Man, But Man Would Like Something From Man.