I Have Always Had A Horror And

My Childhood Was Appalling.

I Have Had Four Happy Days In My Life, And Three Of Them Turned Out To Be Illusions.

Don't Let The Past Steal Your Present. This Is The Message Of Christmas: We Are Never Alone.

Are We Not All Desperate One Way Or Another?

But What Was A Body? Dust, Dung, Urine, Itches. It Was The Light Within Which Was Important, And It Was Not Significant If That Light Endured After Death, Or If The Soul Was Blinded Eternally In The Endless Night Of The Suspired Flesh.