Render unto Caesar. This was most difficult to me. Perhaps is. I do not know. This is stupefaction. This is light. I do not know. Yes. Duncan. His meadow. Among my friends:
Among my friends love is a great sorrow.Perhaps this. Lovelessness. I do not know. This. This is a thinking. Perhaps. Among my friends. Yes.
It has become a daily burden, a feast,
a gluttony for fools, a heart's famine.
We visit one another asking, telling one another.
We do not burn hotly, we question the fire.
We do not fall forward with our alive
eager faces looking thru into the fire.
We stare back into our own faces.
We have become our own realities.
We seek to exhaust our lovelessness.