I Am A Prelude To

In Those Days It Was Possible For A Greek To Flee From An Over-abundant Reality As Though It Were But The Tricky Scheming Off The Imagination-and To Flee, Not Like Plato Into The Land Of Eternal Ideas, Into The Workshop Off The World-creator, Feasting One's Eyes On The Unblemished Unbreakable Archetypes, But Into The Rigor Mortis Off The Coldest Emptiest Concept Off All, The Concept Of Being.

Are You Visiting Women? Do Not Forget Your Whip

Smooth Iceis Paradisefor Those Who Dance With Expertise.

A Friend Whose Hopes We Cannot Satisfy Is A Friend We Would Rather Have As An Enemy.

The Higher We Soar The Smaller We Appear To Those Who Cannot Fly.