Oh Heavy Change. The World

There Is No Reason For Amazement: Surely One Always Knew That Cultures Decay, And Life's End Is Death.

Shiva... Is The Only Hunter That Will Ever Catch The Wild Swan; The Prey She Will Take Last Is The Wild White Swan Of The Beauty Of Things. Then She Will Be Alone, Pure Destruction, Achieved And Supreme, Empty Darkness Under The Death-tent Wings. She Will Build A Nest Of The Swan's Bones And Hatch A New Brood, Hang New Heavens With New Birds, All Be Renewed.

Long Live Freedom And Damn The Ideologies.

Only The Drum Is Confident, It Thinks The World Has Not Changed

Know That However Ugly The Parts Appear The Whole Remains Beautiful.