This Story Is About Love, Which Means

Imagination Is Like A Muscle. I Found Out That The More I Wrote, The Bigger It Got.

Caught Beauty , Held To Light, Now Apes A Good, Now Evil, Thing The Shifting Sign And Spectrum Of Archaic, Psychic Shapes.

Call Me Meier," Goring Said, But He Did Not Pause To Explain The Joke .

Let Those Who Think The Soul Is Shallow Rail, They Must Be Warned Before They Dare To Leap They'll Plunge Into The Twilight Depths Where Sweep In Ceaseless Thirst Great Teeth Too Swift To Fail.

Now We Have Lit A Candle To The Power Of Atoms; Now We Know We're Heirs Of Light Itself.