throw. caution to the wind. and let

peace like a river run down the side

of this mountain. just like the wind

blows wherever it will and wherever

it will blow it blows. like a will un-

known and known by those un-

known and known by those un-

known and known. each of us frit-

tering away an existence not worth

a farthing or a pence. even a bit.

only to be made known to none

who know anything at all. save for

the depth of ignorance that is in

them due to the ignorance that is

in them. and i am one of them.

as they are too. remember not

the former things. for passing are

those things which come forth.

like the grass. the dew is gone at

noon. and the grass is dead then

too. without remorse or remon-

stration. it is the time that always

comes. which is the end of time.

both now and forevermore. the

end of time. and the times. as

well as the times of the times.

heed not. the words. of. a fool.