For A Split Second, He

So Many Things Become Beautiful When You Really Look.

I’m With Julian,” I Say At Last. This, After All, Is What I Have Chosen.

Huamns, Uregulated, Are Cruel And Capricious; Violet And Selfish; Miserable And Quarrelsome. It Is Only After Their Instincts And Basic Emotions Have Been Controlled That They Can Be Happy, Generous, And Good.

Snapshots, Moments, Mere Seconds: As Fragile And Beautiful And Hopeless As A Single Butterfly, Flapping On Against A Gathering Wind.

You Can Build Walls All The Way To The Sky And I Will Find A Way To Fly Above Them.