What Will I Do When I Can

Love Is Every Bit As Violent And Dangerous As Murder.

Truth Is Neither Ojectivity Nor The Balanced View; Truth Is A Selfless Subjectivity.

No, What I Should Really Like To Do Right Now, In The Full Blaze Of Lights, Before This Illustrious Assembly, Is To Shower Every One Of You With Gifts, With Flowers, With Offerings Of Poetry - To Be Young Once More, To Ride On The Crest Of The Wave.

But Things Worked Out. Everything Works Out. Though Sometimes They Work Out Sideways.

I Can't Even Make Up A Rhyme About An Umbrella, Let Alone Death And Life And Eternal Peace.