As Long As We Prioritize

The Utilities And Facilities Of Major Corporations Can Be Confiscated And Given To Democratic Collectives

The Holy Spirit Ain't Got A Pen.

If People Have Some Sort Of Yearning, Dissatisfaction Or Some Itching Irritability, Then It Might Because They Aren't Looking In The Right Direction For A Solution. They Aren't Looking Within.

God Is In The Mountains. Impassive, Immovable, Jagged Giants, Separating The Celestial From The Terrestrial With Eternal Diagonal Certainty. As If Silently Monitoring The Beating Heart Of The Creator From The Universe's Perfect Birth. Stood In The Thin Air And The Awe, One Inhales God, Involuntarily Acknowledging That We Are But Fragments Of A Whole, A Higher Thing. The Mountains Remind Me Of My Place, As A Servant To Truth And Wonder. Yes, God Is In The Mountains. Perhaps The Pulpit Too And Even In The Piety Of An Atheist's Sigh. I Don't Know; But I Feel Him In The Mountains.

Even In Name, He Seems Like A Victorian Oddity. "igor, Fetch 'the Crouch' From The Catacombs, We're Going To The Graveyard".