I Now Find The Most

My Own Best Books Have Not Been Published. In Fact, They've Not Even Been Written Yet.

Somewhere In The Depths Of Solitude, Beyond Wilderness And Freedom, Lay The Trap Of Madness.

I Once Sat On The Rim Of A Mesa Above The Rio Grande For Three Days And Nights, Trying To Have A Vision. I Got Hungry And Saw God In The Form Of A Beef Pie.

If The End Does Not Justify The Means - What Can?

God Is Love? Not Bloody Likely.