Through endless night the earth whirls toward a creation unknown.

It is silly to go on pretending that under the skin we are brothers. The truth is more likely that under the skin we are all cannibals, assassins, traitors, liars and hypocrites.

either you take in believing in miracles or you stand still like the hummingbird.

Life's wildest moment---she kneels on the sidewalk. Everything else she does is lies, lies.

How different the new order would be if we could consult the veteran instead of the politician.

We create our fate everyday

The new always carries with it the sense of violation, of sacrilege. What is dead is sacred; what is new, that is different, is evil, dangerous, or subversive.