God Is Our Name For The Last

The Divine Gift Is Ever The Instant Life, Which Receives And Uses And Creates, And Can Well Bury The Old In The Omnipotency With Which Nature Decomposes All Her Harvest For Recomposition.

New York Is A Sucked Orange.

Fear God, And Where You Go Men Shall Think They Walk In Hallowed Cathedrals.

The Soul Is The Perceiver And Revealer Of Truth. We Know Truth When We See It, Let Skeptic And Scoffer Say What They Choose.

Why Need I Volumes, If One Word Suffice?