Sometimes A Journey Makes Itself Necessary.

It Takes Practice To Shave The Skin Off The Light.

It Is Easier To Tell A Story Of How People Wound One Another Than Of What Binds Them Together.

Life Pulls Softly Inside Your Bindings. The Pod Glows - Dear Stench.

You Doubt God? Well More To The Point I Credit God With The Good Sense To Doubt Me. What Is Mortality After All But Divine Doubt Flashing Over Us? For An Instant God Suspends Assent And Poof! We Disappear.

I Mean, Every Thought Starts Over, So Every Expression Of A Thought Has To Do The Same. Every Accuracy Has To Be Invented... I Feel I Am Blundering In Concepts Too Fine For Me.