If there is a road that I must follow and never stray, then let it be a mad road.

And so, when I die, and as I live, let it be like the wildflower.

On the path of least resistance, the water rushes free.

Oh humanity, feel the breath of life fill your giant lungs, release your divisive artillery, and embrace one another. Let hope and love and understanding and - Truth, unite us all.

My blood-filled heart pumps with love and admiration for these tall trees, for they speak to me, the only truth I have ever known

Damn the fool who kneeled here and whispered “wasteland” through cracked lips!