Language That Tells Us, Through

Youth Sees Too Far To See How Near It Is To Seeing Farther.

Are We No Greater Than The Noise We Make Along One Blind Atomic Pilgrimage Whereon By Crass Chance Billeted We Go Because Our Brains And Bones And Cartilage Will Have It So?

Pity Is Like A Knife, Sometimes, And It May Pierce One Who Employs It More Shrewdly Than The Victim It Would Save.

Seizing The Swift Logic Of A Woman, Curse God And Die.

Where's The Need Of Singing Now?