Death Is The Least Civilized Rite Of

I Want To Remember What Bullshit Looks Like When Weapons Of Mass Destruction Are Diagrammed Out And Whacko "intelligence" Is Delivered In An Ominous Way To Strike Fear Into People And Especially To Pull On The Idealism And Zeal Of The Young.

I Stood There In The Shadowed Doorway Thinking With My Tears. Yes, Tears Can Be Thoughts, Why Not?

The Only Answer To This, And It Isn't An Entire Answer, Said Father Travis, Is That God Made Human Beings Free Agents. We Are Able To Choose Good Over Evil, But The Opposite Too. And In Order To Protect Our Human Freedom, God Doesn't Often, Very Often At Least, Intervene. God Can't Do That Without Taking Away Our Moral Freedom. Do You See? No. But Yeah. The Only Thing That God Can Do, And Does All Of The Time, Is To Draw Good From Any Evil Situation.

I Did Not Choose Solitude. Who Would? It Came On Me Like A Kind Of Vocation, Demanding An Effort That Married Women Can't Picture.

Cold Sinks In, There To Stay. And People, They'll Leave You, Sure. There's No Return To What Was And No Way Back. There's Just Emptiness All Around, And You In It, Like Singing Up From The Bottom Of A Well, Like Nothing Else, Until You Harm Yourself, Until You Are A Mad Dog Biting Yourself For Sympathy. Because There Is No Relenting.