Were It Not For Love, Poor Life

I Don't Say What God Is, But A Name That Somehow Answers Us When We Are Driven To Feel And Think How Little We Have To Do With What We Are.

Do You Hear The Children Singing?

This Morning I Deleted The Hyphen From "hell-bound" And Made It One Word; This Afternoon I Redivided It And Restored The Hyphen.

I Have Been Reading The Old Testament, A Most Bloodthirsty And Perilous Book For The Young. Jehovah Is Beyond Doubt The Worst Character In Fiction.

Are We No Greater Than The Noise We Make Along One Blind Atomic Pilgrimage Whereon By Crass Chance Billeted We Go Because Our Brains And Bones And Cartilage Will Have It So?