Behind me the branches of a wasted and sterile existence are cracking.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Have you ever lived in the suburbs? It's sterile. It's nothing. It's wasting your life.
There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.
The torrent of centuries rolling over the human race, has continually brought new perfections, the cause of which, ever active though unseen, is found in the demands made by our senses, which always in their turns demand to be occupied.
The progress of science is strewn, like an ancient desert trail, with the bleached skeleton of discarded theories which once seemed to possess eternal life.
You've got to learn to accept the law of life, and face the fact that we disintegrate slowly.
We're all like little ants who scurry around with the materials that are at hand right now. Each generation finds new materials. Its just evolution, isn't it?
I'm an artist and an engineer, which is, increasingly, a more common kind of hybrid. But I still fall into this weird crack where people don't seem to understand me.
God gives the nuts, but he does not crack them.
They fail to recognize the broad biological principle that organic material is constantly being recycled. Everything has a time of being - a birth, a life span, and a death.
As one looks across the barren stretches of the pack, it is sometimes difficult to realise what teeming life exists immediately beneath its surface.