The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction.
The soul is innocent and immortal, it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse.
None of us understand what we're doing, but we do beautiful things anyway.
You can't photograph everything.
Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the American river! Dreams! adorations! illumnations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit!
Presumably, if you see spirit at the moment it gained access, then it'll be dropped.