It's Hard To Believe In Coincidence, But

And People Are Moody, Dude. You Gotta Get Used To Living With People.

It's Not Life Or Death, The Labyrinth. Suffering. Doing Wrong And Having Wrong Things Happen To You. That's The Problem. Bolivar Was Talking About The Pain, Not About The Living Or Dying. How Do You Get Out Of The Labyrinth Of Suffering?

And Then Something Invisible Snapped Insider Her, And That Which Had Come Together Commenced To Fall Apart.

If Drunk Were Cookies, I'd Be Famous Amos

Like Everyone, I'm Saddened And Horrified By This. All I'll Say Is That I'm Personally Trying To Pay More Attention To The Victims Than To Their Murderer. I Certainly Will Not Be Mentioning The Murderer. I Don't Think He Warrants Our Attention-particularly Since He So Clearly Wanted It.