One Loves Only Form, And Form Only

All That Matters Is That The Thing Be The Thing Of The Thing.

O.k. I'm Running Out Of Appetite. Let This Swirl- A Bit Like Crab Nebula- Do For Now.

Is It Not The Play Of The Mind We Are After? Is It Not That That Shows A Mind Is There At All?

The Flowers Are Ravined By Bees, The Fruit Blossoms Are Thrown To The Ground, The Wind The Rain Forces Everything.

I Was Playing Catch With The European Audience.