And All Now Is War Where So

My Life Has Been Given Its Orders: The Seasons Seize The Soul And The Body, And Make Mock Of Any Dispersed Effort. The Hour Of Death Is The Only Trespass

Knowledge Is The Harvest Of Attention

I'm One Of The Cliches That Has Grown Up.

Of Rhythm Is Image / Of Image Is Knowing / Of Knowing There Is / A Construct

Not One Death But Many, Not Accumulation But Change, The Feed-back Proves, The Feed-back Is The Law