when man determined to destroy himself he picked the was of shall and finding only why smashed it into because.

may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone.

...losing through you what seemed myself, i find selves unimaginably mine; beyond sorrow's own joys and hopings very fears yours is the light by which my spirit's born: yours is the darkness of my soul's return... you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

i remember we all cried like the Missouri when my Uncle Sol's coffin lurched because somebody pressed a button (and down went my uncle Sol and started a worm farm)

i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses

Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.

since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid