There's A Deep Tribal Aspect

I've Never Thought Of Myself As A Religious Person.

As Our Eyes Grow Accustomed To Sight They Armour Themselves Against Wonder.

He Hated The Men Floating In Sleep In The Big Stone Houses. Because Their Lives Were Ordered And Their Rooms Tidy. Because They Got Up Every Morning And Did Their Public Work. Because They Weren't Going To Dynamite Their Factories And Have Naked Parties In The Fire.

There Are No Letters In The Mailbox And There Are No Grapes Upon The Vine And There Are No Chocolates In Your Boxes Anymore And There Are No Diamonds In The Mine

You Win A While, And Then It’s Done - Your Little Winning Streak.