I Cannot Find My Way: There Is

Language That Tells Us, Through A More Or Less Emotional Reaction, Something That Can Not Be Said.

I Shall Have More To Say When I Am Dead.

And We Who Delve In Beauty's Lore Know All That We Have Known Before Of What Inexorable Cause Makes Time So Vicious In His Reaping.

The World Is A Kind Of Spiritual Kindergarten Where Millions Of Bewildered Infants Are Trying To Spell "god" With The Wrong Blocks.

And Thus We All Are Nighing The Truth We Fear To Know: Death Will End Our Crying For Friends That Come And Go.