In The Broken Places, The Light Shines

Something I Wrote Quite A Few Years Ago Was, "the Voices In My Head, They Don't Care What I Do, They Just Want To Argue The Matter Through And Through." It Is A Common Mistake, To Think You're Going To Go Into Some Kind Of Spiritual Practice And You're Going To Be Relieved Of The Human Burdens, From Human Crosses Like Thought, Jealousy, Despair - In Fact, If Anything, These Feelings Are Amplified.

Deprivation Is The Mother Of Poetry.

And Here You Are Hurried, And Here You Are Gone; And Here Is The Love, That It's All Built Upon.

Everybody Knows The Dice Are Loaded.

Don't Call Yourself A Secret Unless You Mean To Keep It.