In The Kingdom Of Bang And Blab.

I Always Felt Mean, Jogging Back Over The Logging Road,as If I Had Broken The Natural Order Of Things In That Swampland;disturbed Some Rhythm, Old And Of Vast Importance,by Pulling Off Flesh From The Living Planet;as If I Had Committed, Against The Whole Scheme Of Life, A Desecration.

Art Is The Means We Have Of Undoing The Damage Of Haste. It's What Everything Else Isn't.

Should We Say The Self, Once Perceived, Becomes The Soul?

I Wake To Sleep, And Take My Waking Slow. I Feel My Fate In What I Cannot Fear. I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.

A Mind Too Active Is No Mind At All.