What Does God Want Me To Do?”,

I Am Sometimes Almost Terrified At The Scope Of The Demands Made Upon Me, At The Perfection Of The Self-abandonment Required Of Me; Yet Outside Of Such Absoluteness Can Be No Salvation.

If There Be Music In My Reader, I Would Gladly Wake It.

Where Did You Come From, Baby Dear? Out Of The Everywhere And Into Here.

I Tell You, There Are More Worlds, And More Doors To Them, Than You Will Think Of In Many Years!

No; But You Came, And Found The Riddles Waiting For You! Indeed You Are Yourself The Only Riddle. What You Call Riddles Are Truths, And Seem Riddles Because You Are Not True.