The Sea Is A Collector, Quick To

Among Animals, One Has A Sense Of Humor. Humor Saves A Few Steps, It Saves Years.

What Is Our Innocence, What Is Our Guilt? All Are Naked, None Is Safe.

There Is A Great Amount Of Poetry In Unconscious Fastidiousness.

Poetry ... ... A Place For The Genuine, Hands That Can Grasp, Eyes That Can Dilate, Hair That Can Rise

We Are What We Were At Birth, And Each Trait Has Remained In Conformity With Earth's And With Heaven's Logic: Be The Devil's Tool, Resort To Black Magic, None Can Diverge From The Ends Which Heaven Foreordained.