Nothing Made Me Happen. I Happened.

I Have No Interest In Understanding Sheep, Only Eating Them.

Evil's Just Destructive? Then Storms Are Evil, If It's That Simple. And We Have Fire, And There There's Hail. Underwriters Lump It All Under 'acts Of God.

Before Me You Are A Slug In The Sun. You Are Privy To A Great Becoming And You Recognize Nothing. You Are An Ant In The After-birth.it Is In Your Nature To Do One Thing Correctly: Before Me You Rightly Tremble. Fear Is Not What You Owe Me, Lounds, You And The Other Pismires. You Owe Me Awe.

He Moves Smoothly And Slowly, Carrying His Concentration Like A Brimming Cup.

And Be Grateful. Our Scars Have The Power To Remind Us That The Past Was Real.