Because I had goodwill for all, I thought all were my friends. And then I learned of treachery, that some preferred my end. It wasn't the goodwill I felt that made someone a friend. What handy day, the one I learned the meaning of the word. How good to know my enemies (though their reasons are absurd!)

People at large are becoming more aware that there is much more to reality and to themselves than what meets the eye.

Love is not blind. Love sees what is most true

When we love there is no reason why.

I became a total yes. We don't even have names anymore.

Each character is an allegory for every aspect of human existence.

Poetry is a subset of a Cosmos, which in itself, is a poem.