I Bleed My Bones, Their Marrow To

And I Rejoiced In Being What I Was.

Civilization Is Over-rated, But There Isn't Much Else.

Be Sure That Whatever You Are Is You.

Being, Not Doing, Is My First Joy.

But When I Breath With The Birds, The Spirit Of Wrath Becomes The Spirit Of Blessings, And The Dead Begin From Their Dark To Sing In My Sleep.