The Body Weeps The Tears The Eyes

Sociological Prose Can Tell You Everything, But It Can't Point Out The Grief.

I Have Daughters And I Have Sons./when One Of Them Lays A Hand/on My Shoulder, Shining Fish/turn Suddenly In The Deep Sea.

The Door To The Soul Is Unlocked; You Do Not Need To Please The Doorkeeper, The Door In Front Of You Is Yours, Intended For You, And The Doorkeeper Obeys When Spoken To.

Every Part Of You That You Do Not Love Will Regress And Become Hostile Towards You.

Vertical Thought Likes To Imagine The Vast Distances Between The Stars.