Excuse My Mistakes, Realize My Limitations. Life

There Lies At The Back Of Every Creed Something Terrible And Hard For Which The Worshipper May One Day Be Required To Suffer.

Hope, Politeness, The Blowing Of A Nose, The Squeak Of A Boot, All Produce "boum.

Surely The Only Sound Foundation For A Civilization Is A Sound State Of Mind.

...though Nothing Is Damaged, Everything Is Changed.

I'm A Holy Man Minus The Holiness.