God Is Love. Yes Or No? No.

There Is Man In His Entirety, Blaming His Shoe When His Foot Is Guilty.

Silence, Yes, But What Silence! For It Is All Very Fine To Keep Silence, But One Has Also To Consider The Kind Of Silence One Keeps.

My Notes Have A Curious Tendency, As I Realize At Last, To Annihilate All They Purport To Record.

To Restore Silence Is The Role Of Objects.

Let Me Go To Hell, That's All I Ask, And Go On Cursing Them There, And Them Look Down And Hear Me, That Might Take Some Of The Shine Off Their Bliss.