“Remember kid,” said the words on the paper,
“Anything that can be divided into two
is either not worth the effort, or can be split into three.”
The recent cry from one little world,
(from whom you may hear little more), was,
“Things were going along nicely until they got TOO nicely.”
If everyone who knows “what’s wrong with life”
were, one by one, given unlimited power,
they would one by one regret it.
There are no secrets in the City.
The rule of civilization, same as for the intellect,
is not one of reason, but one of the greater reason;
for just as all good does some harm,
all reason harbors its on un-reason.