They import and they consume reality.

There is no reason for amazement: surely one always knew that cultures decay, and life's end is death.

They import and they consume reality.

This wild swan of a world is no hunter's game.

The greatest beauty is organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty of the universe.

Does it matter whether you hate yourself? At least love your eyes that can see, your mind that can hear the music, the thunder of the wings.

Imagination, the traitor of the mind, has taken my solitude and slain it.