The Metaphor Is~ An Origin,

Irony Gives Us, At Little Expense, The Impression That We Are Experienced Psychologists.

The Repose Of Sleep Refreshes Only The Body. It Rarely Sets The Soul At Rest. The Repose Of The Night Does Not Belong To Us. It Is Not The Possession Of Our Being. Sleep Opens Within Us An Inn For Phantoms. In The Morning We Must Sweep Out The Shadows.

Cosmic Reveries Separate Us From Project Reveries. They Situate Us In A World And Not In A Society. The Cosmic Reverie Possesses A Sort Of Stability Or Tranquility. It Helps Us Escape Time. It Is A State.

Words Are Clamor-filled Shells. There's Many A Story In The Miniature Of A Single Word!

One Must Live To Build One's House, And Not Build One's House To Live In.