It Kills Me To Be Time's Eunuch

The Best Ideal Is The True And Other Truth Is None. All Glory Be Ascribed To The Holy Three In One.

And The Headbonny Ash That Sits Over The Burn. What Would The World Be, Once Bereft Of Wet And Of Wildness? Let Them Be Left, O Let Them Be Left, Wildness And Wet: Long Live The Weeds And The Wilderness Yet.

Your Personal Boundaries Protect The Inner Core Of Your Identity And Your Right To Choices.

Because The Holy Ghost Over The Bent World Broods With Warm Breast And With Ah! Bright Wings.

Religion, You Know, Enters Very Deep; In Reality It Is The Deepest Impression I Have In Speaking To People, That They Are Or That They Are Not Of My Religion.