Seagulls . . . Slim Yachts Of

Meteors Are Not Needed Less Than Mountains: Shine, Perishing Republic.

...science And Mathematics Run Parallel To Reality, They Symbolize It, They Squint At It, They Never Touch It: Consider What An Explosion Would Rock The Bones Of Men Into Little White Fragments And Unsky The World If Any Mind For A Moment Touch Truth.

A Little Too Abstract, A Little Too Wise, It Is Time For Us To Kiss The Earth Again, It Is Time To Let The Leaves Rain From The Skies, Let The Rich Life Run To The Roots Again.

Imagination, The Traitor Of The Mind, Has Taken My Solitude And Slain It.

The Tides Are In Our Veins.