He Is Careful Of What

A Schedule Defends From Chaos And Whim. A Net For Catching Days.

We Have Not Yet Encountered Any God Who Is As Merciful As A Man Who Flicks A Beetle Over On Its Feet.

Write About Winter In The Summer.

The Universe Is Illusion Merely, Not One Speck Of It Real, And We Are Not Only Its Victims, Falling Always Into Or Smashed By A Planet Slung By The Sun-but Also Its Captives, Bound By The Mineral-made Ropes Of Our Senses.

There Is A Muscular Energy In Sunlight Corresponding To The Spiritual Energy Of Wind.