We Breathe The Light, We

Sweet To Think On It, That When We Are Last Weary Of All This World There Is The Rising Sun

I No Longer Represent Any Organized Religion. I'm Not Catholic. I'm Not Christian. I'm Saying This Because I Have To Be An Outsider For Christ.

The Finest Thing Under The Sun And Moon Is The Human Soul. I Marvel At The Small Miracles Of Kindness That Pass Between Humans, I Marvel At The Growth Of Conscience, At The Persistence Of Reason In The Face Of All Superstition Or Despair. I Marvel At Human Endurance.

I Find At Moments I'm As Fragile As Glass.

I Can’t Help Being A Gorgeous Fiend. It’s Just The Card I Drew.