Tragedies Are About The Depths

You Have An Utterly Sincere Glance When You Look Around After You Are Shipwrecked. You Weep A Long Time On An Island When You Realize What's Happened To You.

In The Sibling Society, Both The Adult And The Elder Get Lost, And No One Knows Where They Are.

Poetry Keeps Longing Alive.

I Got About Half The Time I Wanted To Write Poetry. I Got About Half The Time I Needed To Be A Father. So There Is Something In Adulthood That Has To Do With Accepting The Half Of Things, Allowing A Renunciation Of The Other Half, Accepting Half A Basket Instead Of A Full Basket.

One Could Say The Higher The Spirit Goes, The More Deeply The Soul Sinks Down Into The Waters Of Melancholy And Tragedy. Drowning In That Water Is As Sweet As Rising.