“Fly, like a youthful hart or roe,
Over the hills where spices grow.”
Hymn 79, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book I.
Attributed from postum publications, Hymns and Spiritual Songs (1773)
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Book III
The Poems of Ossian, Fingal, an ancient Epic Poem

“With the troubled eyes of a youth
I envied
Birds flying—
Flying they sang.”
A Handful of Sand ("Ichiaku no Suna"), as translated by Shio Sakanishi

Book I : Man at Bay, Ch. 5
Wanderer (1963)
Context: "I’ve always wanted to sail to the South Seas, but I can’t afford it." What these men can’t afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of "security." And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine — and before we know it our lives are gone.
What does a man need — really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in — and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That's all — in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention from the sheer idiocy of the charade.
The years thunder by. The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.
Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life? What follows is not a blueprint for the man entombed; not many people find themselves in a situation paying a hundred and fifty thousand dollars a year (as if any man is worth that much). But the struggle is relative: it's a lot hard to walk away from an income like that than from a fraction thereof.

“Words are like spices. Too many is worse than too few.”
Source: The Last Slice of Rainbow and Other Stories

“Nothing says inspiration like a plane flying over your head while you're playing.”
From "The Diary of Billy Talent":