Every Doctrine Has A Theory Of The

The Sun Cares Nothing For Illumination.

I Cling To Depression, Thinking It A Form Of Truth.

The Laughter Of The Aphorism Is Sometimes Triumphant, But Seldom Carefree.

Life Is Used Up All The Same, Whether We Save, Spend, Or Waste It.

The Banker Rubs His Nose, Thinking Of His Cat Stalking Something On The Lawn.