That's The Mistake I Made,

We Are All Born; Some Remain So.

All I Want To Do Is Sit On My Ass And Fart And Think Of Dante.

Reality, Whether Approached Imaginatively Or Empirically, Remains A Surface, Hermetic.

God Is Love. Yes Or No? No.

But I Was Not Made For The Great Light That Devours, A Dim Lamp Was All I Had Been Given, And Patience Without End, To Shine It On The Empty Shadows.