There Is Only One Thing

And The First Till Last Alshemist Wrote Over Every Square Inch Of The Only Foolscap Available, His Own Body, Till By Its Corrosive Sublimation One Continuous Present Tense Integument Slowly Unfolded All Marryvoising Moodmoulded Cyclewheeling History.

Hold To The Now, The Here, Through Which All Future Plunges To The Past.

[...] A Darkness Shining In Brightness Which Brightness Could Not Comprehend.

Let Us Leave Theories There And Return To Here's Hear.

The Movements Which Work Revolutions In The World Are Born Out Of The Dreams And Visions In A Peasant's Heart On The Hillside.