What A Dusty Answer Gets

What A Dusty Answer Gets The Soul When Hot For Certainties In This Our Life!

It Is The Devil's Masterstroke To Get Us To Accuse Him

The Stench Of The Trail Of Ego In Our History. It Is Ego - Ego, The Fountain Cry, Origin, Sole Source Of War.

She Whom I Love Is Hard To Catch And Conquer, Hard, But O The Glory Of The Winning Were She Won!

Swift Doth Young Love Flee, And We Stand Wakened, Shivering From Our Dream.