The heroes of the present will retreat to the imitation they are anyhow.
You can read everybody. It's not even interesting to tell the truth because to some extent it's false.
O.K. I'm running out of appetite. Let this swirl- a bit like Crab Nebula- do for now.
I'm sorry, but I was born with a towel on my head.
All that matters is that the thing be the thing of the thing.
There are no hierarchies, no infinite, no such many as mass, there are only/ eyes in all heads,/ to be looked out of.