It Would Be A Colorless

Old Godheads Sink In Space And Drown Their Arks Like Foundered Galleons Sucked Down.

A Fierce Unrest Seethes At The Core, Of All Existing Things:, It Was The Eager Wish To Soar, That Gave The Gods Their Wings.

It Has Been My Observation And Experience, And That Of My Family, That Nothing Human Works Out Well.

A Great Many People Who Spend Their Time Mourning Over The Brevity Of Life Could Make It Seem Longer If They Did A Little More Work.

I Love You As New Englanders Love Pie!