...chaos Doesn't Run The Whole Show.

With One Long Breath, Caught And Held In His Chest, He Fought His Sadness Over His Solitary Life. Don't Cry, You Idiot! Live Or Die, But Don't Poison Everything.

Losing A Parent Is Something Like Driving Through A Plate-glass Window. You Didn't Know It Was There Until It Shattered, And Then For Years To Come You're Picking Up The Pieces -- Down To The Last Glassy Splinter.

You Have, Like The External World, Your Own Phenomena Inside.

A Man Is Only As Good As What He Loves.

Well, Everybody Has A History.