Humans Can Be Fairly Ridiculous Animals.

We Tap Our Toes To Chaste Love Songs About The Silvery Moon Without Recognizing Them As Hymns To Copulation.

The Wrong Words Are Impossible When There Are No Words.

My Father Wears His Faith Like The Bronze Breastplate Of God's Footsoldiers While Our Mother's Is More Like A Good Cloth Coat With A Secondhand Fit.

God, Why Does A Mortal Man Have Children? It Is Senseless To Love Anything This Much.

To Think Is Not Always To See.