I Go To Mass Every Sunday, But

When You've Suffered A Great Deal In Life, Each Additional Pain Is Both Unbearable And Trifling.

Truth Is A Nebulous Thing. There Are Certain, Definite Truths, But The Truth Of Our Lives Goes Far Beyond Facts.

Misery Loves Company, And Madness Calls It Forth.

My Gratitude To Him Is As Boundless As The Pacific Ocean.

I Know What You Want. You Want A Story That Won't Surprise You. That Will Confirm What You Already Know. That Won't Make You See Higher Or Further Or Differently. You Want A Flat Story. An Immobile Story. You Want Dry, Yeastless Factuality.