Be welcomed. The hour of laughter has taken off; obligation to the home is thus disimplied. The far off waves of despair are forming, but below the surface shining only still-- their masses gather only in a future imagination.1
Be happy. Celebration is the ferment of desire unfulfilled-- to satisfy its hunger one must dance. Exertion of the body will liberate the mind. And as reason dissipates false security grips tighter.2
So thus be cautious. Take glances at the moving; both of matter and of speech-- beware of the foolish. Distinguish soon between those who are truly lost and between those who have hidden maps. Watch for those on their knees with an air of confidence; for someone with more than they let on. They may be host to something larger than life.3
Be welcomed. The joy of the springtime is here. Release pain. Release honor. On your knees get a penny when you have five at home. In the streets, gain pity off of children when yours are starving in the corner. In the world, watch out for yourself in solidity-- be welcomed to distinguished society. This is life.4
