All ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again.

Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go.

When god decided to invent everything he took one reath bigger than a circustent and everything began

Well, write poetry, for God's sake, it's the only thing that matters.

you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing,i said,except the air of spring smelling of never and forever. ....and through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand(which moved as though fingers touch a girl's breast, lightly) Do you believe in always,the wind said to the rain I am too busy with my flowers to believe,the rain answered

I spill my bright incalculable soul

Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.