The Tragedy Of Modern War

Don't Talk To Me About Other Worlds, Separate Realities, Lost Continents Or Invisible Realms -- I Know Where I Belong. Heaven Is Home. Utopia Is Here. Nirvana Is Now.

Apuleius Married A Rich Widow, Then Wrote _the Golden Ass_.

The Very Poor Are Strictly Materialistic. It Takes Money To Be A Mystic.

Why I Oppose The Nuclear-arms Race: I Prefer The Human Race.

In This Glare Of Brilliant Emptiness, In This Arid Intensity Of Pure Heat, In The Heart Of A Weird Solitude, Great Silence And Grand Desolution, All Things Recede To Distrances Out Of Reach, Relecting Light But Impossible To Touch, Annihilating All Thought And All That Men Have Made To A Spasm Of Whirling Dust Far Out On The Golden Desert.