Curses Of Vanished Elders Echoed Down On

I Can't Keep Up With Stephen King's Output.

A Starving Child Is A Frightful Sight. A Starving Vampire, Even Worse.

We’re Going To Die And Not Even Know. We’ll Never Know, And All This Meaninglessness Will Just Go On And On And On. And We Won’t Any Longer Be Witnesses To It. We Won’t Have Even That Little Bit Of Power To Give Meaning To It In Our Minds. We’ll Just Be Gone, Dead, Dead, Dead, Without Ever Knowing!

How Shameful. How Predictable! How Insipid. And How Sweet.

We Live In A World Full Of Accidents Finally In Which On Aesthetic Principles Have A Consistency Of Which We Can Be Sure. Right And Wrong We Will Struggle With Forever Striving To Create And Maintain An Ethical Balance. Right And Wrong We Will Struggle With Forever, Striving To Create And Maintain An Ethical Balance; But The Shimmer Of Summer Rain Under The Street Lamps Or The Great Flashing Glare Of Artillery Against A Night Sky – Such Brutal Beauty Is Beyond Dispute.