There Must Be A Secret Hidden In

After Hatuey, A Fifteenth-century Indian Insurrectionist, Had Been Fixed To The Stake, His Spanish Captors Extended Him The Choice Of Converting To Christianity And Ascending To Heaven Of Going Unrepentantly To Hell. Gathering That His Executioners Expected To Go To Heaven, Hatuey Chose The Other

I Think It's Really Important To Find Out Why People Hurt You Or Try To Oppose You Or Whatever.

I'm No Longer A Child And I Still Want To Be, To Live With The Pirates. Because I Want To Live Forever In Wonder. The Difference Between Me As A Child And Me As An Adult Is This And Only This: When I Was A Child, I Longed To Travel Into, To Live In Wonder. Now, I Know, As Much As I Can Know Anything, That To Travel Into Wonder Is To Be Wonder. So It Matters Little Whether I Travel By Plane, By Rowboat, Or By Book. Or, By Dream. I Do Not See, For There Is No I To See. That Is What The Pirates Know. There Is Only Seeing And, In Order To Go To See, One Must Be A Pirate.

Perhaps If Human Desire Is Said Out Loud, The Urban Planes, The Prisons, The Architectural Mirrors Will Take Off, As Airplanes Do. The Black Planes Will Take Off Into The Night Air And The Night Winds, Sliding Past And Behind Each Other, Zooming, Turning And Turning In The Redness Of The Winds, Living, Never To Return.

There Are Times When The Law Jeopardizes Those Who Obey It.