Tell him solitude is creative if he is strong and the final decisions are made in silent rooms. Tell him to be different from other people if it comes natural and easy being different. Let him have lazy days seeking his deeper motives. Let him seek deep for where he is a born natural. Then he may understand Shakespeare and the Wright brothers, Pasteur, Pavlov, Michael Faraday and free imaginations Bringing changes into a world resenting change. He will be lonely enough to have time for the work he knows as his own.

Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if the women don't get you then the whiskey must.

Love your neighbor as yourself but don't take down your fence.

The single clenched fist lifted and ready, Or the open asking hand held out and waiting. Choose: For we meet by one or the other.

Nothing happens unless first we dream.

Poetry is a type-font design for an alphabet of fun, hate, love, death.