The History Of My Stupidity Would Fill

The Living Owe It To Those Who No Longer Can Speak To Tell Their Story For Them.

You See How I Try To Reach With Words What Matters Most And How I Fail.

Grow Your Tree Of Falsehood From A Small Grain Of Truth.

On The Day The World Ends A Bee Circles A Clover, A Fisherman Mends A Glimmering Net.

It Isn't Pleasant To Surrender To The Hegemony Of A Nation Which Is Still Wild And Primitive, And To Concede The Absolute Superiority Of Its Customs And Institutions, Science And Technology, Literature And Art. Must One Sacrifice So Much In The Name Of The Unity Of Mankind?