Joy's Smile Is Much Closer To Tears

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.

A Shadow Is Hard To Seize By The Throat And Dash To The Ground.

Who Then Understands The Reciprocal Flux And Reflux Of The Infinitely Great And The Infinitely Small, The Echoing Of Causes In The Abysses Of Being, And The Avalanches Of Creation?

The Word Is The Verb, And The Verb Is God.

There Are Many Lovely Women, But No Perfect Ones.