We Were, Literally And Figuratively, In The

You Might Think I Lost All Hope At That Point. I Did. And As A Result I Perked Up And Felt Much Better.

When The Course Of Experience Made Me See That There Is No Saviour And No Special Grace, No Remission Beyond The Human, That Pain Is To Be Endured And Fades, If It Fades, Only With Time, Then God Became Nothing To Me But A Dyslexic Dog, With Neither Bark Nor Bite.

My Suffering Left Me Sad And Gloomy.

Despair Was A Heavy Blackness That Let No Light In Or Out. It Was A Hell Beyond Expression. I Thank God It Always Passed.

He's A Shy Man. Life Has Taught Him Not To Show Off What Is Most Precious To Him.