He Said That In A Way Being

Everyone Who’s Born Has Come From The Sea. Your Mother’s Womb Is Just A Sea In Small. And Birds Come Of Seas On Eggs. Horses Lie In The Sea Before They’re Born. The Placenta Is The Sea. Your Blood Is The Sea Continued In Your Veins. We Are The Ocean — Walking On The Land.

I Write Against Violence. I Write Against Fascism. I Write Against One Person Dominating Another.

Nothing So Completely Verifies Our Perception Of A Thing As Our Killing Of It.

Literature Was Intended To Be Dangerous. Art Was Meant To Be Dangerous. Ideas Were Nothing If They Were Not Dangerous.

... Too Much Brooding, Not Enough Doing.