If there'd been a better-balanced society, where there were other ways of making a decent living, I think it might have been different. That's not the way this setup work.

So this is what I am Pondering his eyes that could not Conceive that I was a creature to run from I who have always believed too much in words

Of course there is nothing the matter with the stars It is my emptiness among them While they drift farther away in the invisible morning

Politically it would be terribly repressive to prevent people from having as many children as they want. But something's got to prevent it; and it won't be pleasant... We're still behaving in ways that have become disastrous... I don't think this helps us to survive... We're very species-centric... and now exist at the expense of every other form of life on Earth.

Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

Laughter was the shape the darkness took around the first appearance of the light.

This is what I have heard at last the wind in December lashing the old trees with rain unseen rain racing along the tiles under the moon wind rising and falling wind with many clouds trees in the night wind.