...weary Of K Knowing Too Much And

My Grandmother Influenced Me So Deeply.

I Grew Up Hearing Words Like Snakeroot, Sassafras, Mullein - Things That Had Wondrous, Mysterious Sounds In Their Names.

The Standing Fields [ready To Harvest]were The Legions Who Hadn't Filled Their God-vacuum With The One Who Was Born To Fill It; The Standing Fields Were Those Who Waited For Someone To Reach Out And Speak The Truth, And Tell Them How They Might Be Saved.

There's Nothing Trite About Being Consoled In A World That Does Everything In Its Power To Deliver Sorrow.

In World War One, They Called It Shell Shock. Second Time Around, They Called It Battle Fatigue. After 'nam, It Was Post-traumatic Stress Disorder.