No Man Needs Curing Of

I've Seen Death And I Didn't Like It.

Youth Is Cause, Effect Is Age; So With The Thickening Of The Neck We Get Data.

Our Bones Ache Only While The Flesh Is On Them. Stretch It As Thin As The Temple Flesh Of An Ailing Woman And Still It Serves To Ache The Bone And To Move The Bone About; And In Like Manner The Night Is A Skin Pulled Over The Head Of Day That The Day May Be In A Torment. We Will Find No Comfort Until The Night Melts Away; Until The Fury Of The Night Rots Out Its Fire.

The Truth Is How You Say It, And To Be 'one's Self' Is The Most Shocking Custom Of All.

Destiny And History Are Untidy.