Human Beings Have Only That Confusing Mass

You Treat Violence As An Aberration ... When In Truth It Is The Norm. It Is The Very Essence Of The Human Condition.

God Is Found In This Life ... To Wait For Another Is Folly.

The Love Of Violence Is An Aspect Of Our Humanity. Even The Weak Wish To Be Strong Primarily So They Can Wield The Whip.

Poets Are The Mad Midwives To Reality. They See Not What Is, Nor What Can Be, But What Must Become.

I Despair At The Rise Of Modern Violence. I Truly Give In To Despair At Times, That Deep, Futureless Pit Of Despair.... I Watch The American Slaughterhouse, The Casual Attacks On Popes, Presidents, And Uncounted Others, And I Wonder If There Are Many More Out There With The Ability Or If Butchery Has Simply Become The Modern Way Of Life.