Remix: Gertrude Stein

In the moment there is fleeting, in the end there is time, in the clock there is ticking, in the stillness there is peace.  In the stillness there is peace.  In peace all are breathing, in peace all are resting, in peace there is resembling, in peace there is recalling and entirely mistaken there is truth.  All the bodies have veins and all the limbs have roots and all the green has soil and all the cycles have cycling.  This makes freedom.