O look, look in the mirror O look in your distress Life remains a blessing Although you cannot bless O stand, stand at the window As the tears scald… - W. H. Auden

You shall love your crooked neighbour, with your crooked heart.

O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.

You shall love your crooked neighbor with you crooked heart.

In any modern city, a great deal of our energy has to be expended in not seeing, not hearing, not smelling. An inhabitant of New York who possessed the sensory acuteness of an African Bushman would very soon go mad.

Let us then Consider rather the incessant Now of The traveler through time, his tired mind Biased towards bigness since his body must Exaggerate to exist, possessed by hope...

The slogan of Hell: Eat or be eaten. The slogan of Heaven: Eat and be eaten.