The World Was An Awfully Large Place

When Reason Sleeps, The Monsters Of Repression Will Emerge.

In Each Man's Heart There Lies A Hole. A Dark Abyss Of Need, The Filling Of Which Takes Precedence Over All Else.

I've Heard It Said That Children Born To Stressful Times Never Shake The Air Of Woe . . . .

I Sound Contemptuous, But I Am Not. I Am Interested--intrigued Even--by The Way Time Erases Real Lives, Leaving Only Vague Imprints. Blood And Spirit Fade Away So That Only Names And Dates Remain.

So Much In Life Came Down To Timing.