People From A Planet Without Flowers Would

We Are All The Judges And The Judged, Victims Of The Casual Malice And Fantasy Of Others, And Ready Sources Of Fantasy And Malice In Our Turn. And If We Are Sometimes Accused Of Sins Of Which We Are Innocent, Are There Not Also Other Sins Of Which We Are Guilty And Of Which The World Knows Nothing?

Intense Mutual Erotic Love, Love Which Involves With The Flesh All The Most Refined Sexual Being Of The Spirit, Which Reveals And Perhaps Even Ex Nihilo Creates Spirit As Sex, Is Comparatively Rare In This Inconvenient World.

Perhaps When Distant People On Other Planets Pick Up Some Wavelength Of Ours All They Hear Is A Continuous Scream.

Art And Psychoanalysis Give Shape And Meaning To Life And That Is Why We Adore Them, But Life As It Is Lived Has No Shape And Meaning.

Only Lies And Evil Come From Letting People Off.