One Thing Must Be Avoided

And One's Wandering Proved As Sterile And Pointless As The Excitement Produced By A Close Study Of Pornographic Albums.

Could It Be That Time Is Too Narrow For All Events? Could It Happen That All The Seats Within Time Might Have Been Sold? Worried, We Run Along The Train Of Events, Preparing Ourselves For The Journey.

There Are Things Than Cannot Ever Occur With Any Precision. They Are Too Big And Too Magnificent To Be Contained In Mere Facts. They Are Merely Trying To Occur, They Are Checking Whether The Ground Of Reality Can Carry Them. And They Quickly Withdraw, Fearing To Loose Their Integrity In The Frailty Of Realization.

Now The Windows, Blinded By The Glare Of The Empty Square, Had Fallen Asleep. The Balconies Declared Their Emptiness To Heaven; The Open Doorways Smelt Of Coolness And Wine.

Lifelessness Is Only A Disguise Behind Which Hide Unknown Forms Of Life.