Life is a horizontal fall. >>
The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no l >>
Such is the role of poetry. It unveils, in the strict sense of the wor >>
At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, >>
What am I, Life? A thing of watery salt held in cohesion by unresting >>
Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be e >>
Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what's known as infinity.