Rhythm Is Form Cut Into

All My Life I Believed I Knew Something. But Then One Strange Day Came When I Realized That I Knew Nothing, Yes, I Knew Nothing. And So Words Became Void Of Meaning. I Have Arrived Too Late At Ultimate Uncertainty.

Properly, We Should Read For Power. Man Reading Should Be Man Intensely Alive. The Book Should Be A Ball Of Light In One's Hand.

When Words Cease To Cling Close To Things, Kingdoms Fall, Empires Wane And Diminish.

What Thou Lov'st Well Is Thy True Heritage.

Either Move Or Be Moved.