Like Writers

They sing one after another, without obtaining a permit. Again and again they call and answer each other’s song, without obtaining a permit. They are always flying after each other, without obtaining a permit. And altogether — having overcome terror — that is, without terror; without terror of being fried on the stove of repentance, in the corner of the bend of repentance; — and precisely for this obvious reason — joyful, bustling, content with more or less, flock after flock of sparrows in the arms of the day among the leaves of the trees...