Living Is The Purpose Of Life, And

Man Is Certain Of Nothing But His Ability To Fail. It Is The Deepest Faith We Have, And The Unbeliever- The Blasphemer, The Dissenter- Will Stimulate In Us The Most Righteous Of Furies.

All I Know Is This: Nobody's Very Big In The First Place, And It Looks To Me Like Everybody Spends Their Whole Life Tearing Everybody Else Down.

Turns Me On So Loud It's Like No Sound, Everybody Yelling At Me Hands Over Their Ears From Behind A Glass Wall, Faces Working Around In Talk Circles But No Sound From The Mouths. My Sound Soaks Up All Other Sound.

High High In The Hills , High In A Pine Tree Bed. She's Tracing The Wind With That Old Hand, Counting The Clouds With That Old Chant, Three Geese In A Flock One Flew East One Flew West One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

The Need For Mystery Is Greater Than The Need For An Answer.