See without looking, hear without listening, breathe without asking.
Our claim to our own bodies and our world is our catastrophe.
Goodness is easier to recognize than to define.
We are lived by powers we pretend to understand.
Into this neutral air Where blind skyscrapers use Their full height to proclaim The strength of Collective Man, Each language pours its vain Competitive excuse.
One cannot walk through an assembly factory and not feel that one is in Hell.