No One Understands That You

My Great Day Came And Went, I Do Not Know How. Because It Did Not Pass Through Dawn When It Came, Nor Through Dusk When It Went.

My Father, When He Went, Made My Childhood A Gift Of A Half A Century.

We Tear Life Out Of Life To Use It For Looking At Itself.

Out Of A Hundred Years A Few Minutes Were Made That Stayed With Me, Not A Hundred Years.

Without This Ridiculous Vanity That Takes The Form Of Self-display, And Is Part Of Everything And Everyone, We Would See Nothing, And Nothing Would Exist.