Humankind Cannot Stand Reality.

In My Beginning Is My End. In Succession Houses Rise And Fall, Crumble, Are Extended, Are Removed, Destroyed, Restored, Or In Their Place Is An Open Field, Or A Factory, Or A By-pass. Old Stone To New Building, Old Timber To New Fires, Old Fires To Ashes, And Ashes To The Earth Which Is Already Flesh, Fur And Faeces, Bone Of Man And Beast, Cornstalk And Leaf.

The Communication Of The Dead Is Tongued With Fire Beyond The Language Of The Living.

What We Call The Beginning Is Often The End. And To Make An End Is To Make A Beginning. The End Is Where We Start From.

Men Dislike Being Awakened From Their Death In Life.

All Dash To And Fro In Motor Cars. Familiar With The Roads And Settled Nowhere.