This Story Is About Love,

There Are Universes Begging For Gods, Yet He Hangs Around This One Looking For Work.

Let Those Who Think The Soul Is Shallow Rail, They Must Be Warned Before They Dare To Leap They'll Plunge Into The Twilight Depths Where Sweep In Ceaseless Thirst Great Teeth Too Swift To Fail.

Beauty In This Iron Age Must Turn, From Fluid Living Rainbow Shapes To Torn, And Sootened Fragments, Ashes In An Urn, On Whose Gray Surface Runes Are Traced By A Norn, Who Hopes To Wake The Future To Arise, In Phoenix-fashion, And To Shine With Rays, To Blast The Sight Of Modern Men Whose Dyes, Of Selfishness And Lust Have Stained Our Days...

All The Human Beings I Met Were Either Sure That There Would Be No Afterlife Or Else That They Would Get Preferential Treatment In The Hereafter.

Dullard: Someone Who Looks Up A Thing In The Encyclopedia, Turns Directly To The Entry, Reads It, And Then Closes The Book.