Paralytic (1)

It happens. Will it go on?/ My mind a rock,/ No fingers to grip, no tongue,/ My god the iron lung/ / That loves me, pumps/ My two/ Dust bags in and out,/ Will not/ / Let me relapse/ While the day out...



On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."