Life Is Not A Matter

...in His Gambling, He Had One Besetting Weakness -- Faith In A System; And This Made His Damnation Certain.

Show Me A Man With A Tattoo And I'll Show You A Man With An Interesting Past.

He Was A Killer, A Thing That Preyed, Living On The Things That Lived, Unaided, Alone, By Virtue Of His Own Strength And Prowess, Surviving Triumphantly In A Hostile Environment Where Only The Strong Survive.

When, On The Still Cold Nights, He Pointed His Nose At A Star And Howled Long And Wolf-like, It Was His Ancestors, Dead And Dust, Pointing Nose At Star And Howling Down Through The Centuries And Through Him. And His Cadences Were Their Cadences, The Cadences Which Voiced Their Woe And What To Them Was The Meaning Of The Stillness, And The Cold, And Dark.

Limited Minds Can Recognize Limitations Only In Others.