What Does Not Change Is The Will

I'm Sorry, But I Was Born With A Towel On My Head.

Forgive Me If I Sleep Until I Wake Up.

My Life Has Been Given Its Orders: The Seasons Seize The Soul And The Body, And Make Mock Of Any Dispersed Effort. The Hour Of Death Is The Only Trespass

One Loves Only Form, And Form Only Comes Into Existence When The Thing Is Born.

O.k. I'm Running Out Of Appetite. Let This Swirl- A Bit Like Crab Nebula- Do For Now.