How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.

How fragile we are under the sheltering sky. Behind the sheltering sky is a vast dark universe, and we're just so small.

Everyone is isolated from everyone else. The concept of society is like a cushion to protect us from the knowledge of that isolation. A fiction that serves as an anesthetic.

Publishers are thieves, they are on the other side of the barricade.

The sky hides the night behind it and shelters the people beneath from the horror that lies above.

The Hindus are busy letting themselves be seen riding in Cadillacs instead of smearing themselves with sandalwood paste and bowing in front of Ganpati. The Moslems would rather miss evening prayer than the new Disney movie. The Buddhists think it's more important to take over in the name of Stalin and Progress than to meditate on the four basic sorrows. And we don't even have to mention Christianity or Judaism.

There is a way to master silence Control its curves, inhabit its dark corners And listen to the hiss of time outside