In The Kingdom Of Bang

The Stones Were Sharp, The Wind Came At My Back; Walking Along The Highway, Mincing Like A Cat.

Light Takes The Tree; But Who Can Tell Us How? The Lowly Worm Climbs Up A Winding Stair; I Wake To Sleep, And Take My Waking Slow. Great Nature Has Another Thing To Do To You And Me, So Take The Lively Air, And, Lovely, Learn By Going Where To Go. This Shaking Keeps Me Steady. I Should Know. What Falls Away Is Always. And Is Near. I Wake To Sleep, And Take My Waking Slow. I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.

I Lose And Find Myself In The Long Water. I Am Gathered Together Once More.

Art Is Our Defense Against Hysteria And Death.

Art Is The Means We Have Of Undoing The Damage Of Haste. It's What Everything Else Isn't.