Why should things be easy to understand?

Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.

But a few choosing to venture deeper into the painful corridors of their affliction, found after a while that they could now grind and polish ever more exotic surfaces, hyperboloidial and even stranger, eventually including what we must term ‘imaginary’ shapes (which some preferred to term invisible).

I dream that I have found us both again, With spring so many strangers' lives away, And we, so free, Out walking by the sea, With someone else's paper words to say.... They took us at the gates of green return, Too lost by then to stop, and ask them why- Do children meet again? Does any trace remain, Along the superhighways of July?

Life's single lesson: that there is more accident to it than a man can ever admit to in a lifetime and stay sane.

Shall I project a world?

Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.