Assured Her I've Never Loved Anyone Except

Truth Is Singular. Its 'versions' Are Mistruths.

Why Does Any Martyr Cooperate With His Judases?...we See A Game Beyond The Endgame...as Seneca Warned Nero: No Matter How Many Of Us You Kill, You Will Never Kill Your Successor.

The Healthy Can't Understand The Emptied, The Broken.

Creation Never Ceased On The Sixth Evening, It Occurs To The Young Man. Creation Unfolds Around Us, Despite Us And Through Us At The Speed Of Days And Nights. And We Call It Love.

Whoever Dies With The Most Stuff Wins.