maybe god is a child ‘s hand)very carefully bring -ing to you and to me(and quite with out crushing)the papery weightless diminutive world with a hole in it out of which demons with wings would be streaming if something had(maybe they couldn’t agree)not happened(and floating- ly int o

If 180 million people want to be undead, that’s their funeral, but I happen to like being alive.

Seeker of truth follow no path all paths lead where truth is here.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.

You and I are more than you and I because it's we.

Tomorrow is our permanent address.

O sweet spontaneous earth