All Art Emulates The Condition Of Ritual.

The Journey, Not The Destination Matters.

There Is No Escape From Metre; There Is Only Mastery.

So I Find Words I Never Thought To Speak In Streets I Never Thought I Should Revisit When I Left My Body On A Distant Shore.

When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly And Paces About Her Room Again, Alone, She Smooths Her Hair With Automatic Hand, And Puts A Record On The Gramophone.

Let's Not Be Narrow, Nasty, And Negative.