I Am Not In The World To

Large, Heavy, Ragged Black Clouds Hung Like Crape Hammocks Beneath The Starry Cope Of The Night. You Would Have Said That They Were The Cobwebs Of The Firmament.

All Who Suffer Are Full Of Hatred; All Who Live Drag A Remorse: The Dead Alone Have Broken Their Chains.

Music Expresses That Which Cannot Be Put Into Words.

We Teachers Make The Road, Others Will Make The Journey.

Dreaming Is Happiness. Waiting Is Life.