He Felt For A Moment

You Can Count The Dead, But You Can't Count The Cost. We've Got No Math For Heaven.

Stories Are The Best Democracy We Have. We Are Allowed To Become The Other We Never Dreamed We Could Be.

He Felt For A Moment Uncreated. Another Kind Of Awake.

...it Was Necessary To Love Silence, But Before You Could Love Silence You Had To Have Noise.

We Seldom Know What We're Hearing When We Hear Something For The First Time, But One Thing Is Certain: We Hear It As We Will Never Hear It Again. We Return To The Moment To Experience It, I Suppose, But We Can Never Really Find It, Only Its Memory, The Faintest Imprint Of What Really Was, What It Meant.