Evil, However Powerful It Seemed,could Be Undone

Angels Have Very Nasty Tempers. Especially When They’re Feeling Righteous.

The World Had Seen So Many Ages: The Age Of Enlightenment; Of Reformation; Of Reason. Now, At Last, The Age Of Desire. And After This, An End To Ages; An End, Perhaps, To Everything.

My Father Used To Say: Every Bird Is One Bird, And Every Book Is One Book, And Every Bird And Every Book Is One Thing Too, Under The Words And The Feathers." He Finished With A Flourish, As Though The Meaning Of This Was Self-evident.

There Is No Such Thing As Originality. It Has All Been Said Before, Suffered Before. If A Person Knows That, Is It Any Wonder Love Becomes Mechanical And Death Just A Scene To Be Shunned? There Is No Absolute Knowledge To Be Gained From Either. Just Another Ride On The Merry-go-round, Another Blurred Scene Of Faces Smiling And Faces Grieved.

I Was Cured In My New Infamy Of All The Tired Wisdom Of Age. I Would Never Weary Into That Tired State Again - -i Swore To Myself, I Would Always Be This Raw, Wet Child Hereafter.