So The Self Under The Eye Lies,

The Deeps Are Cold: In That Darkness Camaraderie Does Not Hold: Nothing Touches But, Clutching, Devours.

But Who Is Stronger Than Death? Me , Evidently .

There Is No Better Way To Know Us Than As Two Wolves, Come Separately To A Wood.

And As If Reporting Some Felony To The Police They Let You Know You Were Not John Donne.

And That's How We Measure Out Our Real Respect For People—by The Degree Of Feeling They Can Register, The Voltage Of Life They Can Carry And Tolerate—and Enjoy. End Of Sermon. As Buddha Says: Live Like A Mighty River. And As The Old Greeks Said: Live As Though All Your Ancestors Were Living Again Through You.