My Heart Was Beating Like An Army

Man's Creative Struggle, His Search For Wisdom And Truth, Is A Love Story.

One Doesn't Have To Get Anywhere In A Marriage. It's Not A Public Conveyance.

In A Happy Marriage There Is A Continuous Dense Magnetic Sense Of Communication.

The Cry Of Equality Pulls Everyone Down.

So We Live; A Spirit That Broods And Hovers Over The Continual Death Of Time, The Lost Meaning, The Unrecaptured Moment, The Unremembered Face, Until The Final Chop That Ends All Our Moments And Plunges That Spirit Back Into The Void From Which It Came.