"I am the darkness that is the light and the stillness that is the dancing"

virgin eyes
steal soul glimpses
mistake planes for stars,
praise venus.

To be as light
as poppy seeds
free-falling
on a gentle breeze
Descend upon
the Devil's ground and bring the lost souls
to their knees
As deserts bloom,
despair retreats
and faith returns in crimson wreaths
Plucked from the garden that is me
expanding

Faith returns
in crimson wreaths
plucked from the garden that is me
I shall land where I please --
and go where I go
you'll know I paint red ribbons around your feet
and you'll believe again,
believe again, there's so much left
to live for

Where I go you'll know I paint red ribbons
around your feet and you'll believe again,
believe again, there's so much left to live for
To be.

~ Edward Ka-Spel

“I’m on the run from the Killer B’s.”
“Pardon? What have killer bees to do with?...”
“B for Belief. B for Belonging. The B’s that lead to most of the killing in the world. If you don’t Belong among us, then you’re our inferior, or our enemy or both; and you can’t Belong with us unless you Believe what we Believe. Maybe not even then, but it certainly helps. Our religion, our party, our tribe, out town, our school, our race, our nation. Believe. Belong. Behave or Be damned.”
- Switters, Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates, Tom Robbins

“‘Ever wonder,’ Switters asked, ‘why people get so worked up over whale hunts, yet object very little to the killing of cattle? It’s because whales are rare and intelligent and untamed, whereas cows are commonplace and stupid and domesticated.’ Presumably he was referring to the manner in which the powers that be, with the greedy compliance of the media and the eager assistance of evangelicals, were busily bovinizing humanity, seeking to produce a vast herd of homogenized skills, not too smart,; two-legged cows that could be easily milked and, when necessary, guiltlessly slaughtered.
-FIHFHC, Tom Robbins