I Love Forms Beyond My

I Am Not Nearly So Interested In What Monkey Man Was Derived From As I Am In What Kind Of Monkey He Is To Become.

Tomorrow Lurks In Us, The Latency To Be All That Was Not Achieved Before.

Man Is Always Marveling At What He Has Blown Apart, Never At What The Universe Has Put Together, And This Is His Limitation.

Without The Gift Of Flowers And The Infinite Diversity Of Their Fruits, Man And Bird, If They Had Continued To Exist At All, Would Be Today Unrecognizable.

Each And All, We Are Riding Into The Dark. Even Living, We Cannot Remember Half The Events Of Our Own Days.