There Is No Forgiveness In Nature.

We Play Make Believe, Pretend To Take Ourselves And Each Other Seriously--to Love Each Other, Hate Each Other--but Then--it Isn't True. It Isn't True, We Don't Care At All!

This Free Will Business Is A Bit Terrifying Anyway. It's Almost Pleasanter To Obey, And Make The Most Of It.

Thought Itself Needs Words. It Runs On Them Like A Long Wire. And If It Loses The Habit Of Words, Little By Little It Becomes Shapeless, Somber.

Nature Is Honest, We Aren't; We Embalm Our Dead.

There Is No Forgiveness In Nature.