Sleep Is A Hint Of Lovely Oblivion.

It's Hard To Ravish A Tin Of Sardines.

One Never Can Know The Whys And The Wherefores Of One's Passional Changes.

The Near Touch Of Death May Be A Release Into Life; If Only It Will Break The Egoistic Will, And Release That Other Flow.

The Journey Of Love Has Been Rather A Lacerating, If Well-worth-it, Journey.

So As Long As You Can Forget Your Body You Are Happy And The Moment You Begin To Be Aware Of Your Body, You Are Wretched. So If Civilization Is Any Good, It Has To Help Us Forget Our Bodies, And Then Time Passes Happily Without Our Knowing It. Help Us Get Rid Of Our Bodies Altogether.