I haven't seen the Halloween world inside
you yet, but I can certainly feel its season.
We are apt to become familiar with the idea
of learning to live while learning to love.
Read my books, please. I seek to create a new
gospel that all men can read and learn from,
pick out the hints and echoes that they may.
There is a new world under wraps, somewhere.
It's pretty much all we hear about, as tawdry
and without satisfaction as it seems. We find the
same singers and preachers and knaves on the
covers clothing all the times - we notice a downed
mobster coming back to haunt, some lessened version
of a virgin heart seeking newer alms. It can all be very
confusing, I admit, but it need not be. Watch the skies
for signs, the major constellations, for the movement
one should notice. Nothing makes as much sense as
each of you - like little flowers - and the idea of
waiting for all time to come. A clueless trip is just
like any other - on the road and going, well,
somewhere. You should, and can, learn to read
what is there if you can. Follow the lifeline.
It will lead you somewhere.