What Has Reason To Do

Struggling In My Father's Hands, Striving Against My Swaddling Bands, Bound And Weary, I Thought Best To Sulk Upon My Mother's Breast.

Nothing Is Real Beyond Imaginative Patterns Men Make Of Reality.

The Stars Are Threshed, And The Souls Are Threshed From Their Husks.

O God, Protect Me From My Friends, That They Have Not Power Over Me. Thou Hast Giv'n Me Power To Protect Myself From Thy Bitterest Enemies.

The Wrath Of The Lion Is The Wisdom Of God.