We Read Many Books, Because We Cannot

And Went On In Sunlight, Into The Hofgarten, And Drank Coffee, And Talked For An Hour.

He Laughed Like An Irresponsible Foetus.

It Is Only In The World Of Objects That We Have Time And Space And Selves.

Do Not Let Me Hear Of The Wisdom Of Old Men, But Rather Of Their Folly, Their Fear Of Fear And Frenzy, Their Fear Of Possession, Of Belonging To Another, Or To Others, Or To God. The Only Wisdom We Can Hope To Acquire Is The Wisdom Of Humility: Humility Is Endless.

Poetry May Make Us From Time To Time A Little More Aware Of The Deeper, Unnamed Feelings Which Form The Substratum Of Our Being, To Which We Rarely Penetrate; For Our Lives Are Mostly A Constant Evasion Of Ourselves.