To Rage, To Lust, To Write To,

God Is So Omnipresent. . . . God Is An Angel In An Angel, And A Stone In A Stone, And A Straw In A Straw.

The Distance From Nothing To A Little, Is Ten Thousand Times More, Than From It To The Highest Degree In This Life.

That Thou Remember Them, Some Claim As Debt; I Think It Mercy, If Thou Wilt Forget.

And New Philosophy Calls All In Doubt, The Element Of Fire Is Quite Put Out; The Sun Is Lost, And The Earth, And No Mans Wit Can Well Direct Him Where To Look For It.

Art Is The Most Passionate Orgy Within Man's Grasp.