I Can Offer You Only: This World

Life, Friends, Is Boring. We Must Not Say So. After All, The Sky Flashes, The Great Sea Yearns, We Ourselves Flash And Yearn

Ever To Confess You're Bored Means You Have No Inner Resources.

We Must Travel In The Direction Of Our Fear.

We Have Reason To Be Afraid. This Is A Terrible Place.

Wishin' Was Dyin' But I Gotta Make It All This Way To That Bed On These Feet.