Skill Is A Function Of Chance. It’s

Death Hides Within Every Religion. And At Any Time It Can Flash Forth-not With Healing In Its Wings But With Poison, With That Which Wounds.

The Problem With Introspection Is That It Has No End.

The Church Of My Choice Is The Free, Open World.

Imagine Being Sentient But Not Alive. Seeing And Even Knowing, But Not Alive. Just Looking Out. Recognizing But Not Being Alive. A Person Can Die And Still Go On. Sometimes What Looks Out At You From A Person's Eyes Maybe Died Back In Childhood.

Everything Is True Everything Anybody Has Ever Thought