Hear The Music, The Thunder

Civilization Is A Transient Sickness.

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

Does It Matter Whether You Hate Yourself? At Least Love Your Eyes That Can See, Your Mind That Can Hear The Music, The Thunder Of The Wings.

They Import And They Consume Reality.

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.