I saw two clouds at morning,Tinged with the rising sun,And in the dawn they floated on,And mingled into one.I thought that morning cloud was blest,It moved so sweetly to the West.
An obscenity, a depraved act by weak and miserable men, including all of us, who haveallowed ittogo onand on with endless fury.(Avram) Noam Chomsky
After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, love, and so onand found that none ofthesefinally satisfy, or permanently wearwhat remains? Nature remains.