At One Time In The World There

On This Road There Are No Godspoke Men. They Are Gone And I Am Left And They Have Taken With Them The World.

Goodness Will Find The Little Boy. It Always Has. It Will Again.

I Ain't Got An Original Thought In My Head. If It Ain't Got The Scent Of Divinity To It, I Ain't Interested In It

The World To Come Must Be Composed Of What Is Past. No Other Material Is At Hand.

So Everything Is Necessary. Every Least Thing. This Is The Hard Lesson. Nothing Can Be Dispensed With. Nothing Despised. Because The Seams Are Hid From Us, You See. The Joinery. The Way In Which The World Is Made. We Have No Way To Know What Could Be Taken Away. What Omitted. We Have No Way To Tell What Might Stand And What Might Fall.