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We Say 'forest' But This Word Is Made Of The Unknown, The Unfamiliar, The Unencompassed. The Earth. Clods Of Dirt. Pebbles. On A Clear Day You Rest Among Ordinary, Everyday Things That Have Been Familiar To You Since Childhood, Grass, Bushes, A Dog (or A Cat), A Chair, But That Changes When You Realize That Every Object Is An Enormous Army, An Inexhaustible Swarm.

The Difference Between Western And Eastern Intellectuals Is That The Former Have Not Been Kicked In The Ass Enough.

A Brilliant Liar; He Has Total Recall.

Great Poetry Must Be Admired, Because It Is Great And Because It Is Poetry, And So We Admire It.

You, Oh Mature Ones, Keep Company Solely With Other Mature Ones, And Your Maturity Is So Mature That It Can Only Chum Up With Maturity!