The Desert Is An Ocean In Which

It Seemed That Rebellion Must Have An Unassailable Base, Something Guarded Not Merely From Attack, But From The Fear Of It: Such A Base As We Had In The Red Sea Parts, The Desert, Or In The Minds Of The Men We Converted To Our Creed.

I Loved You, So I Drew These Tides Of Men Into My Hands/and Wrote My Will Across The Sky In Stars

Isn't It True That The Fault Of Birth Rests Somewhat On The Child? I Believe It's We Who Led Our Parents On To Bear Us, And It's Our Unborn Children Who Make Our Flesh Itch.

There Is An Ideal Standard Somewhere And Only That Matters And I Cannot Find It. Hence The Aimlessness.

Men Have Looked Upon The Desert As Barren Land, The Free Holding Of Whoever Chose; But In Fact Each Hill And Valley In It Had A Man Who Was Its Acknowledged Owner And Would Quickly Assert The Right Of His Family Or Clan To It, Against Aggression.