I've Imagined Great Victories, And I've Imagined

She Knew Words No One Had Ever Heard Of, And She Used Words Every Day That Had Been Mainly Dead Or Sleeping For Hundreds Of Years.

Such A Thing As The Child Left Alone To Die In The Hallway Was Unknown On The Marsh. But Here, In The Dawn, Was Mortality Itself. In The City Were Places To Fall From Which One Could Never Emerge -- Dark Dreams And Slow Death, The Death Of Children, Suffering Without Grace Or Redemption, Ultimate And Eternal Loss. The Memory Of The Child Stayed With Him. But That Was Not To Be The End Of It, For Reality Went Around In A Twisting Ring. Even The Irredeemable Would Be Redeemed, And There Was A Balance For Everything. There Had To Be.

If It Weren't For Music, I Would Think That Love Is Mortal.

That's What The Left Is Always Doing. They Have An Ideal, And They Want People To Conform To It. When People Don't Conform To It, They End Up Being Beaten Into The Mold. And Beaten Sometimes Hard Enough So That If They Don't Fit, Then They Kill Them. That's What Happened In The Soviet Union And China.

As Long As You Have Life And Breath, Believe. Believe For Those Who Cannot. Believe Even If You Have Stopped Believing. Believe For The Sake Of The Dead, For Love, To Keep Your Heart Beating, Believe. Never Give Up, Never Despair, Let No Mystery Confound You Into The Conclusion That Mystery Cannot Be Yours.