Have you ever
just piled-
on so much
Beethoven—maybe while
laughing
loud gassing and
flying
down shining express-
ways at height of mid-
morning—
that
after a while—
the ground just gives out,
and
suddenly
nothing adds-
up anymore?
You know—like
how
"all men are brothers!"
and so—
actually,
none of them are?
