When Good Befalls A Man

I Suffered No Pain, My Hunger Had Taken The Edge Off; Instead I Felt Pleasantly Empty, Untouched By Everything Around Me And Happy To Be Unseen By All. I Put My Legs Up On The Bench And Leaned Back, The Best Way To Feel The True Well-being Of Seclusion. There Wasn't A Cloud In My Mind, Nor Did I Feel Any Discomfort, And I Hadn't A Single Unfulfilled Desire Or Craving As Far As My Thought Could Reach. I Lay With Open Eyes In A State Of Utter Absence From Myself And Felt Deliciously Out Of It.

No, What I Should Really Like To Do Right Now, In The Full Blaze Of Lights, Before This Illustrious Assembly, Is To Shower Every One Of You With Gifts, With Flowers, With Offerings Of Poetry - To Be Young Once More, To Ride On The Crest Of The Wave.

A Word Can Be Transformed Into A Coulour, Light, A Smell; It Is The Writer's Task To Use It In Such A Way That It Serves, Never Fails, Can Never Be Ignored.

One Must Know And Recognize Not Merely The Direct But The Secret Power Of The Word.

What If One Were Up There, Drifting About Among Suns And Feeling The Tails Of Comets Fan One's Forehead! How Small The Earth Was And How Puny The People; A Norway Of Two Million Provincial Souls And A Mortgage Bank To Help Feed Them! What Was Life Worth At Such A Rate? You Elbowed Yourself Ahead In The Sweat Of Your Face For A Few Mortal Years, Only To Perish All The Same, All The Same!