Seasoned Life Of Man Preserved And Stored

Freely We Serve, Because We Freely Love, As In Our Will To Love Or Not; In This We Stand Or Fall.

The Other Shape, If Shape It Might Be Call'd That Shape Had None Distinguishable In Member, Joint, Or Limb; Or Substance Might Be Call'd That Shadow Seem'd, For Each Seem'd Either,--black It Stood As Night, Fierce As Ten Furies, Terrible As Hell, And Shook A Dreadful Dart; What Seem'd His Head The Likeness Of A Kingly Crown Had On. Satan Was Now At Hand.

Biochemically, Love Is Just Like Eating Large Amounts Of Chocolate.

Ride The Air In Whirlwind.

And Storied Windows Richly Dight, Casting A Dim Religious Light.