Giving A Phenomenon A Label Does Not

I Gratefully Look Forward To Oblivion, But I Must Be Sure Of It

I Am Not Convinced That There Is Such A Thing As A Soul

My Dreams Are All Follies.

The Feeble Soul Merely Whines And Complains.

Man Was The Outlaw, The Rebel, The Distorted Shape That Scarred The Earth, The Voice That Silenced The Music Of Eden, The Hand That Raised Up Obscenities And Blasphemies. Man Was The Pariah-dog, The Moral Leper In This Translucent Mirror Of Heaven. He Was The Muddier Of Crystal Waters, The Despoiler Of Forests, The Murderer Of The Innocent, The Challenger Against God. He Was The Assassin Of The Saints And The Prophets, For They Spoke Of What He Would Not Hear, In The Darkness Of His Spirit!