I develop my own film. And I work in spurts. I pile it up.
Orchidbreathing incense into butterfly's wings
Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
Doctors. . . from the Office of Info. Tech. at Harvard U. (:). . . Their appraisal of 46 surgical or anesthesia breakthroughs. . . suggested. . . only 13% were highly preferred (and). . . in nearly half the cases the new therapy was no better than the therapy it replaced. . . . About 12% of the innovations increased complications.
Hey, moose!” I screamed. The Set animal locked its glowing eyes one me. Well done! Horus said. Now we’ll both die with honor! Shut up, I thought.
Poor teaching leads to the inevitable idea that the subject (mathematics) is only adapted to peculiar minds, when it is the one universal science and the one whose four ground-rules are taught us almost in infancy and reappear in the motions to the universe.
We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.