When They Kept You Out

The Very Notion Of Superiority Of One Kind Over Another Will Have To Disappear, Although Differences Among Kind Will Remain.

In A Great Gasp, Puts Her Head In Her Hands Again And Cries As If Her Throat Were A Cave, As If The Howling Winds Came From Her Belly, She Cries Like A Storm That Will Never End.

There Was No Justice, There Was Only Life. And Life She Had.

One Thing That Makes Art Different From Life Is That In Art Things Have A Shape... It Allows Us To Fix Our Emotions On Events At The Moment They Occur, It Permits A Union Of Heart And Mind And Tongue And Tear.

Later, She Would Remember These Years, And Realize With Astonishment That She Had, By Fifteen, Decided On Most Of The Assumptions She Would Carry For The Rest Of Her Life: That People Were Essentially Not Evil, That Perfection Was Death, That Life Was Better Than Order And A Little Chaos Good For The Soul. Most Important, This Life Was All. Unfortunately, She Forgot These Things, And Had To Remember Them The Hard Way.