When those nerf footballs get wet though then they actually do get heavy.
I lose and find myself in the long water. I am gathered together once more.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
Fear was my father, Father Fear. His look drained the stones.
Too much reality can be a dazzle, a surfeit;Too close immediacy an exhaustion
But when I breath with the birds, The spirit of wrath becomes the spirit of blessings, And the dead begin from their dark to sing in my sleep.
(I measure time by how a body sways. )
The question of naturalism is a fallacy, it does not exist. . . The photographic image replaces naturalistic experience.
He sleeps well who knows not that he sleeps ill.
One wants to move through life with elegance and grace, blossoming infrequently but with exquisite taste, and perfect timing, like a rare bloom, a zebra orchid. . . One wants. . . But one so seldom gets what one wants, does one?
Everything is selected by the central government without good judgment or an understanding of culture to make it really safe. They will become nobody to maintain their power and be raised to the next higher level.