Between The Wish And The Thing The

I Think If You Were Satan And You Were Settin Around Tryin To Think Up Somethin That Would Just Bring The Human Race To Its Knees What You Would Probably Come Up With Is Narcotics.

Hard Weather, Says The Old Man. So Let It Be. Wrap Me In The Weathers Of The Earth, I Will Be Hard And Hard. My Face Will Wash Rain Like The Stones.

The World To Come Must Be Composed Of What Is Past. No Other Material Is At Hand.

When The Lies Are All Told And Forgot The Truth Will Be Their Yet.

The Passing Of Armies And The Passing Of Sands In The Desert Are One.