If You Can Think–and Not Make Thoughts

We're All Islands Shouting Lies To Each Other Across Seas Of Misunderstanding.

A Black Shadow Dropped Down Into The Circle. It Was Bagheera The Black Panther, Inky Black All Over, But With The Panther Markings Showing Up In Certain Lights Like The Pattern Of Watered Silk. Everybody Knew Bagheera, And Nobody Cared To Cross His Path, For He Was As Cunning As Tabaqui, As Bold As The Wild Buffalo, And As Reckless As The Wounded Elephant. But He Had A Voice As Soft As Wild Honey Dripping From A Tree, And A Skin Softer Than Down.

Payday Came And With It Beer

The Jungle Speaks To Me Because I Know How To Listen.

God Gives All Men All Earth To Love, But Since Man's Heart Is Small, Ordains For Each One Spot Shall Prove Belov?d Over All.