We Have Our Brush And Colors -

The Masses Do Not See The Sirens. They Do Not Hear Songs In The Air. Blind, Deaf, Stooping, They Pull At Their Oars In The Hold Of The Earth. But The More Select, The Captains, Harken To A Siren Within Them...and Royally Squander Their Lives With Her.

I Was Ill Before I Fell Ill.

Lions And Lambs, Love And Force, Light And Fire, Good And Evil: All Things Climb The Same Mountain, The Mountain Of God.

You Will, Judas, My Brother. God Will Give You The Strength, As Much As You Lack, Because It Is Necessary—it Is Necessary For Me To Be Killed And For You To Betray Me. We Two Must Save The World. Help Me." Judas Bowed His Head. After A Moment He Asked, "if You Had To Betray Your Master, Would You Do It?" Jesus Reflected For A Long Time. Finally He Said, "no, I'm Afraid I Wouldn't Be Able To. That Is Why God Pitied Me And Gave Me The Easier Task: To Be Crucified.

It Was Certainly Not This Mummified And Outrageously Painted Old Woman He Was Seeing Before Him, But The Entire "female Species," As It Was His Custom To Call Women. The Individual Disappeared, The Features Were Obliterated, Whether Young Or Senile, Beautiful Or Ugly - Those Were Mere Unimportant Variations. Behind Each Woman Rises The Austere, Sacred And Mysterious Face Of Aphrodite.