It's An Awful Truth That Suffering Can

That Is The Crowning Evil, That We Can Even Go So Far As To Love Each Other, You And I. And Who Else Would Show Us A Particle Of Love, A Particle Of Compassion Or Mercy? Who Else, Knowing Us As We Know Each Other, Could Do Anything But Destroy Us? Yet We Can Love Each Other.

I Was Typing Away While Everybody Was Dropping Acid And Smoking Grass. I Was Known As My Own Square.

I Love New Orleans Physically. I Love The Trees And The Balmy Air And The Beautiful Days. I Have A Beautiful House Here.

A Perfect World Or A World Destroyed, One Or The Other- Someday Will Come The End Of Hell.

The Atheism And Nihilism Of My Earlier Years Now Seems Shallow, And Even A Bit Cocky.