Music, such music, is a sufficient gift. Why ask for happiness; why hope not to grieve? It is enough, it is to be blessed enough, to live from day to day and to hear such music-not too much, or the soul could not sustain it-from time to time.
There seems to beno unexpressed selfin animals, as ifthey are as fullythemselves in fleshas possible, with nolag of consciousnessto fill up, while wekeep trying to growinto something else.
If toes had eyes,then I could seehow my feet know where to go,but toes are blind.And how is it that my tonguespeaks words it cannot hear?Because for all its eloquence,the tongue itself is deaf,and flaps in soundlessness.
Left hand path magick is generally socially unacceptable.
I blame boobs.