We are with the man who is poised between ignorance and disgust. He can not determine the powerful energies flowing through him/ has no will to attach the energies to anything that has preceded him. A man, perhaps, who knows everything!

If I link myself in a dance with a man who lived several thousand years ago am I dragged to his epoch or do I pull him up to mine?

Science will never eviscerate the morning sun as it lights on my dancing sorrows. Science will never stand on the planets of my imagination.

A man is moral only as he experiences the abyss that passes through each generation.

There is a dialog we desire from a lingering dream of which we remember nothing.

The age is so vulgar and absurd that it can not hear the laughter on either side of it.