Culture come when you buck up
on you'self.
It start when you' body make shadow
on the Ian',
an' you know say
that you standin' up into mirror
underneat' you.
Every hand and every hour should be devoted to rescue the world from its insanity of guilt, and to assuage the pangs of human hearts with balm and anodyne. To pity distress is but human; to relieve it is Godlike.
