Love Begets Love. This Torment Is My

Those Who Are Willing To Be Vulnerable Move Among Mysteries.

Let Others Probe The Mystery If They Can.time-harried Prisoners Of Shall And Will -the Right Thing Happens To The Happy Man.

How Terrible The Need For God.

Reason? That Dreary Shed, That Hutch For Grubby Schoolboys.

Long Live The Weeds That Overwhelm My Narrow Vegetable Realm! The Bitter Rock, The Barren Soil That Force The Son Of Man To Toil; All Things Unholy, Marred By Curse, The Ugly Of The Universe.