LIII.What is the holiness of conversation? It isto master death.
at the bottom of the ocean is a layer of water that has never moved…
He was trying to fit this Herakles onto the one he knew.
Pilgrims were people glad to take off their clothing, which was on fire.
Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.
Here we go mother on the shipless ocean.Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
I will not stop singingthe Muses who set me dancing.