One Man’s Rhyme:
I passed my days
in a daze, then,
discovered my way
in a maze.
(Simply “being alive” is not pressure and confusion enough.)
The war is over only when you don’t hear it anymore.
You can separate things,
You can put ‘em together;
You can make things worse, but,
Not any better.
(Thus is one generation’s verse to the succeeding one.)
The shit is passed only when you hear it no longer.
Any idea that a definition can help, is an idea that is beyond help. There is nothing absolute that you can say about the mind – while there is about consciousness.