I'll Not Be Changing, But America Will.

God Is In The Mountains. Impassive, Immovable, Jagged Giants, Separating The Celestial From The Terrestrial With Eternal Diagonal Certainty. As If Silently Monitoring The Beating Heart Of The Creator From The Universe's Perfect Birth. Stood In The Thin Air And The Awe, One Inhales God, Involuntarily Acknowledging That We Are But Fragments Of A Whole, A Higher Thing. The Mountains Remind Me Of My Place, As A Servant To Truth And Wonder. Yes, God Is In The Mountains. Perhaps The Pulpit Too And Even In The Piety Of An Atheist's Sigh. I Don't Know; But I Feel Him In The Mountains.

Democracy Is A Gleaming Excalibur - Let's Not Use It Just To Mend The Toaster.

I Couldn't Possibly Have Sex With Someone With Such A Slender Grasp On Grammar!

Tumbling Into A Dark, Lewis Carroll Labyrinth Of Filth, Pursuing A White Rabbit Of Smut!

It Is 10 Years Since I Used Drugs Or Drank Alcohol And My Life Has Improved Immeasurably. I Have A Job, A House, A Cat, Good Friendships And Generally A Bright Outlook.