A Theology Whose God Is A Metaphor

When I Am Bored With Myself, I Try To Find Someone To Listen To Me.

When Love And Adventure Are Finished, It's Nice To Have Getting And Spending To Fall Back On.

My Neglected Duties Crowd Around Me In My Dreams, Murmuring.

Posterity--the Forlorn Child Of Nineteenth Century Optimism--grows Ever Harder To Conceive.

Silence Kills Scandal.