The World Is Made By The People

When The Souls Rise Up In Glory, Yours Shall Not Be Shunned Nor Sunderered, But Shall Be The Prize Of The Gods' Gardens. Even Your Darkness Shall Be Treasured Then, And All Your Pain Made Holy.

A Good Friend Of My Son's Is A Son To Me.

When You Can’t Do Something Truly Useful, You Tend To Vent The Pent Up Energy In Something Useless But Available, Like Snappy Dressing.

Children Might Or Might Not Be A Blessing, But To Create Them And Then Fail Them Was Surely Damnation.

Change Is Possible.' 'change Is Inevitable.