Give Me Insight Into Today

I Am Ashamed To See What A Shallow Village Tale Our So-called History Is.

There Are As Many Pillows Of Illusion As Flakes In A Snow-storm. We Wake From One Dream Into Another Dream.

Washington, Where An Insignificant Individual May Trespass On A Nation's Time.

I Grieve That Grief Can Teach Me Nothing, Nor Carry Me One Step Into Real Nature.

As Men's Prayers Are A Disease Of The Will, So Are Their Creeds A Disease Of The Intellect.