Up from Earth's center and through the seventh gate,
I rose and on the throne of Saturn sate,
And many a knot unraveled by the road,
but not the master knot of Human Fate.

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
a jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thou
beside me singing in the Wilderness -
Ah! Wilderness were paradise enow!

Fear not that Existence, closing your Account and mine,
should know the like no more - that Eternal Saki
in the Sky has poured millions of
bubbles like us - and WILL pour.

Sounds like heresy to me.

k