I Grew Up Sort Of Middle Class,

Pain's Nothing. Pain's What You Give, Not What You Get.

Every Man With His Own Peculiar Vice. His Will Hardly Rock Heaven Or Hell.

What Corrigan Wanted Was A Fully Believable God, One You Could Find In The Grime Of The Everyday... He Consoled Himself With The Fact That, In The Real World, When He Looked Closely Into The Darkness He Might Find The Presence Of A Light, Damaged And Bruised, But A Little Light All The Same. He Wanted, Quite Simply, For The World To Be A Better Place, And He Was In The Habit Of Hoping For It.

Let This Be A Lesson To Us All, Said The Preacher. You Will Be Walking Someday In The Dark And The Truth Will Come Shining Through, And Behind You Will Be A Life That You Never Want To See Again.

What Was A Life Anyway? An Accumulation Of Small Shelves Of Incident.