Reason? That Dreary Shed, That Hutch For

I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.

My Truths Are All Foreknown,this Anguish Self-revealed.i'm Naked To The Bone,with Nakedness My Shield.

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

Wake The Happy Words.

What Falls Away Is Always. And Is Near.