And So While Dreams Are The Individual

In Song And Dance, Man Forgets How To Walk And Speak And Is On The Way Into Flying Into The Air, Dancing... His Very Gestures Express Enchantment.

A Refined Nature Is Vexed By Knowing That Some One Owes It Thanks, A Coarse Nature By Knowing That It Owes Thanks To Some One.

There Are Preachers Of Death: And The Earth Is Full Of Those To Whom Desistance From Life Must Be Preached.

Creation Is The Great Redemption From Suffering And All Life's Growing Light. But The Creator Must Be Suffering If Needed And Accept Much Change.

What Is Wanted - Whether This Is Admitted Or Not - Is Nothing Less Than A Fundamental Remolding, Indeed Weakening And Abolition Of The Individual: One Never Tires Of Enumerating And Indicating All That Is Evil And Inimical, Prodigal, Costly, Extravagant In The Form Individual Existence Has Assumed Hitherto, One Hopes To Manage More Cheaply, More Safely, More Equitably, More Uniformly If There Exist Only Large Bodies And Their Members.