seeming's enough for slaves of space and time -ours is the now and here of freedom. Come

though mankind persuades itself that every weed's a rose,roses(you feel certain) will only smile

Time's a strange fellow; more he gives than takes (and he takes all)

no evil is so worse than worst you fall in hate with love -human one mortally immortal i can turn immense all time's because to why

The future is seconds ahead.

To freely bloom- that is my definition of success.

It is now almost my sole rule of life to clear myself of cants and formulas, as of poisonous Nessus shirts.