People Are Bloody Ignorant Apes.

Enough To Know No Knowing.

To Every Man His Little Cross. Till He Dies. And Is Forgotten.

Until The Day When, Your Endurance Gone, In This World For You Without Arms, You Catch Up In Yours The First Mangy Cur You Meet, Carry It For The Time Needed For It To Love It And You It, Then Throw It Away.

I Am Still Alive Then. That May Come In Useful.

Nothing Is Funnier Than Unhappiness.