The whole objective universe is created, ordered, by our perception and by our sense of self.
I have felt darkness lead me by the hand Over the hill to greet the singing dawn.
Peering, I heard the hooves come down the hill. The posse passed, twelve horse; the leader's face Was worn as limestone on an ancient sill.
My darling boy whom I shall never know, My son, I love you in my deepest fears.
For often at Church I've seen the stained high glass Pour out the Virgin and Saints, twist and untwist The mortal youth of Christ astride an ass.
Death's long anabasis.
Men cannot live forever But they must die forever.
The last introvert in a world of extroverts. Silence: my response to both emptiness and saturation. But silence frightens people. I had to learn how to talk. Out of politeness.
Survival is the key word to remember—not victory, not conquest, just survival.
In the Christian combat, not the striker, as in the Olympic contests, but he who is struck, wins the crown. This is the law in the celestial theatre, where the Angels are the spectators.
On the correctly formed pubescent girl, a Speedo looked wonderful. When it was wet, it was an incitement to riot.