We Must Learn To Suffer

I Do Not Know Much About Gods; But I Think That The River Is A Strong Brown God-sullen, Untamed And Intractable, Patient To Some Degree, At First Recognized As A Frontier; Useful, Untrustworthy, As A Conveyor Of Commerce; Then Only A Problem Confronting The Builder Of Bridges. The Problem Once Solved, The Brown God Is Almost Forgotten By The Dwellers In Cities-ever, However, Implacable. Keeping His Seasons, And Rages, Destroyer, Reminder Of What Men Choose To Forget. Unhonored, Unpropitiated By Worshippers Of The Machine, But Waiting, Watching And Waiting.

In The Life Of One Man, Never The Same Time Returns.

My Name Is Only An Anagram Of Toilets.

And Went On In Sunlight, Into The Hofgarten, And Drank Coffee, And Talked For An Hour.

The Tiger Springs In The New Year. Us He Devours.