Maybe you should launch a career as a lousy poet who can't spell.
He is something isnt he? Enlightenment , he doesnt know what it is. Chop that wood , carry water
the only reply I would offer would be dimmed by the sound of one hand clapping in the wind.
the essense of the unspoken reply is like a mime in a prizefight.
he runs about, dances, but can't be touched.