Inspiration, respiration, expiration. Ratiocination Anti-intellectual renascence, Against all reason, this is our season, Whatever the season, we accept our reason.Can one soar in space? Is this as high as one can go? I am high with the ideas I vomit forth to the world. So what more can I do?Removed from the lowest limits of the depths of the nether world. I accept my choices, they are made, they have made me, I am, I wil...