Writing About Something Specific, In My Mind,

Christ Imparts The Capacity Of Conquest To Our Lives Every Single Day That We Are Willing To Believe Him.

A Poet’s Freedom Lies Precisely In The Impossibility Of Worldly Success. It Is The Freedom Of One Who Knows He Will Never Be Anything But A Failure In The World’s Estimation, And May Do As He Pleases. The Poet Is A Man On The Sidelines Of Life, Sidelined For Life. He Belongs To The Aristocracy Of The Outcast, The Lowest Of The Low, Below The Salt Of The Earth. A Member Of The Most Ancient Regime In The World. One That Cannot, It Seems, Be Overthrown.

Truth By Definition Is Exclusive. If Truth Were All-inclusive, Nothing Would Be False.

However, The Bible Is Called The Word Of God Because The Whole Transcript Is An Inspired, Faithful, And Infallible Record Of What God Determined Essential For Us To Know About Himself, The Cosmos In Which We Live, Our Spiritual Allies And Adversaries, And Our Fellow Man.

When I Play Stuff For My Wife She'll Be Like, "no, Not That Song. No Way."