Listen, My Dear Cors, Why

One Should Be Embarrassed To Speak Of God In The Third Person.

Fire, Loveliest Of The Four Elements Of The World, And Yet An Element Too In Hell. While It Burned Adoringly In The Core Of The Temple, It Had Also Scorched The Life From A City, This Night, And Spewed Its Venom Over The Land. How Strange Of God To Speak From A Burning Bush, And Of Man To Make A Symbol Of Heaven Into A Symbol Of Hell.

The Trouble With Being A Priest Was That You Eventually Had To Take The Advice You Gave To Others.

Listen, Are We Helpless? Are We Doomed To Do It Again And Again And Again? Have We No Choice But To Play The Phoenix In An Unending Sequence Of Rise And Fall? Assyria, Babylon, Egypt, Greece, Carthage, Rome, The Empires Of Charlemagne And The Turk: Ground To Dust And Plowed With Salt. Spain, France, Britain, America—burned Into The Oblivion Of The Centuries. And Again And Again And Again. Are We Doomed To It, Lord, Chained To The Pendulum Of Our Own Mad Clockwork, Helpless To Halt Its Swing? This Time, It Will Swing Us Clean To Oblivion.

Bless Me Father, I Ate A Lizard.