Man Is But A Network

Nobody Grasped You By The Shoulder While There Was Still Time. Now The Clay Of Which You Were Shaped Has Dried And Hardened, And Naught In You Will Ever Awaken The Sleeping Musician, The Poet, The Asronomer That Possibly Inhabited You In The Beginning.

For Instance, If You Come At Four In The Afternoon, I'll Begin To Be Happy By Three. The Closer It Gets To Four, The Happier I'll Feel. By Four I'll Be Excited And Worried; I'll Discover What It Costs To Be Happy! But If You Come At Any Od Time, I'll Never Know When I Should Prepare My Heart... There Must Be Rites.

Well, I Must Endure The Presence Of A Few Caterpillars If I Wish To Become Acquainted With The Butterflies.

But The Conceited Man Did Not Hear Him. Conceited People Never Hear Anything But Praise.

I Have Always Loved The Desert. One Sits Down On A Desert Sand Dune, Sees Nothing, Hears Nothing. Yet Through The Silence Something Throbs, And Gleams.