Truly Men Hate The Truth; They'd Liefer

The Heads Of Strong Old Age Are Beautiful Beyond All Grace Of Youth.

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

They Import And They Consume Reality.

Know That However Ugly The Parts Appear The Whole Remains Beautiful.

Poetry Is Not A Civilizer, Rather The Reverse, For Great Poetry Appeals To The Most Primitive Instincts.