It Doesn't Matter How You

Balance. It Was All About Balance. That Had Been One Of The First Things That She Had Learned: The Centre Of The Seesaw Has Neither Up Nor Down, But Upness And Downness Flow Through It While It Remains Unmoved. You Had To Be The Centre Of The Seesaw So The Pain Flowed Through You, Not Into You. It Was Very Hard. But She Could Do It!

There Have Been Better Attempts At Marching, And They Have Been Made By Penguins.

And, As Always Happens, And Happens Far Too Soon, The Strange And Wonderful Becomes A Memory And A Memory Becomes A Dream. Tomorrow It's Gone.

On The Disc The Gods Dealt Severely With Atheists.

When You're All Singing Together, It Brings Things Together. I Know The Songs That My Grandfather And My Father Sang.