If music be the food of love$$$ play on.

He laughed to free his mind from his mind's bondage.

The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is infinite of space: and swiftly$$$ silently the sound is wafted over regions of cycles of cycles of generations that have lived.

Each imagining himself to be the first last and only alone$$$ whereas he is neither first last nor last nor only not alone in a series originating in and repeated to infinity.

We can't change the world$$$ but we can change the subject.

From the sublime to the ridiculous is but a step.

A darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend.

You find my words dark. Darkness is in our souls$$$ do you not think?

Be just before you are generous.

When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once…