I Am The Same Person I Was

The Only Time We Can Talk About Death Is While We're Alive, Not Afterwards.

Blessed Be The Night, Which Conceals And Protects Things Fair And Foul With The Same Indifferent Mantle.

Not Only Does The Universe Have Its Own Laws, All Of Them Indifferent To The Contradictory Dreams And Desires Of Humanity, And In The Formulation Of Which We Contribute Not One Iota, Apart, That Is, From The Words By Which We Clumsily Name Them, But Everything Seems To Indicate That It Uses These Laws For Aims And Objectives That Transcend And Always Will Transcend Our Understanding.

I Was A Good Pupil At Primary School: In The Second Class I Was Writing With No Spelling Mistakes, And The Third And Fourth Classes Were Done In A Single Year.

Words Were Not Given To Man In Order To Conceal His Thoughts.