The real Revolution br would be to institutionalize br the Eternal Present, br br ending the hemorrage br of emigration into the unreal br lands of past and future, br br but only the brave br risk hurling their bodies br under the blinding sword br of the Glance of every moment br looking out from every pair of eyes br in the Procession of all beings down every street, br br only the brave br can be ripe wheat dancing in the breeze br as the scythe of time br harvests them every NOW and NOW and NOW, br br only the brave br become a grateful moth, br the crisp sound of its extinction br in each second's brief blaze br punctuated only br by the sound of its laughter, br br only the brave metamorphasize br from rat in maze br to lover in Garden, br br inferno-to-Paradise br simply an inversion of the eyes, br a reversal of attitude, br br and inferno br is Mother br to the Divinebr br Max Reifbr br