Duration Is Not A Test Of Truth

Go With The Pain, Let It Take You. Open Your Palms And Your Body To The Pain. It Comes In Waves Like The Tide And You Must Be Open As A Vessel Lying On The Beach, Letting It Fill You Up And Then, Retreating, Leaving You Empty And Clear.

The Loneliness You Get By The Sea Is Personal And Alive. It Doesn't Subdue You And Make You Feel Abject. It's Stimulating Loneliness.

The Plane Seems Exultant Now, Even Arrogant. We Did It, We Did It! We're Up, Above You. We Were Dependant On You Just Now, Prisoners Fawning On You For Favors, For Wind And Light. But Now, We Are Free. We Are Up! We Are Off! Like Someone Singing Ecstatically, Climbing, Soaring- A Sustained Note Of Power And Joy.

There Is No Harvest For The Heart Alone. The Seed Of Love Must Be Eternally Re-sown.

Lost Time Is Like A Run In A Stocking. It Always Gets Worse.