Get Thee Behind Me, Tragedy.

In Spite Of All The Refinements Of Civilization That Conspired To Make Art--the Dizzying Perfection Of The String Quartet Or The Sprawling Grandeur Of Fragonard's Canvases--beauty Was Savage. It Was As Dangerous And Lawless As The Earth Had Been Eons Before Man Had One Single Coherent Thought In His Head Or Wrote Codes Of Conduct On Tablets Of Clay. Beauty Was A Savage Garden.

And When A Strong Man Is Sweet, Even Goddesses Look Down From Mount Olympus.

I Cannot Mislead People Into Believing That I Support Organized Religion. In Jesus' Name, I Cannot Be Complicit With Many Of The Things Organized Religion Does.

I Find At Moments I'm As Fragile As Glass.

Say What You Will To The Force That Governs The Universe. Perhaps We'll Call It Into Being, And It Will Yet Love Us As We Love It.