Reading Gorean Poetry

O day, arise! The atoms are dancing.

Thanks to Him the universe is dancing.

The souls are dancing, overcome with ecstasy.

I'll whisper in your ear where their dance is taking them.

All the atoms in the air and in the desert know well, they seem insane.

Every single atom, happy or miserable,

Becomes enamoured of the sun, of which nothing can be said.

Henry Lee in Prision.