Innocence Was Gone From All

He Does Not Need Opium. He Has The Gift Of Reverie.

Innocence Was Gone From All Our Acts. Our Habitual State Of Rebellion Became A Serious Political Crime.

Descendants Of Pigeons Once Fed By Keats, Byron, George Sand, Chopin And Many Other Famous Lovers Are Still Being Fed, And The Sudden Sound When They All Rise Together, Frightened Away, Is Like The Sound Of Giant Sails Flapping.

To Change Skins, Evolve Into New Cycles, I Feel One Has To Learn To Discard

We Do Not See The World As It Is. We See The Word As We Are.