If I gave up sanity, I could fill a hundred versions of you. There is no liquid like a tear from a lover’s eye. I honor those who try to rid themselves of any lying, who empty the self and have only clear being there. God only knows, I don’t. what keeps me laughing. The stem of a flower moves when the air moves. I reach for a piece of wood. It turns into a lute. I do some meanness. It turns out helpful. I say one must not travel during the holy month. Then I start out, and wonderful things happen.