What Is To Come Will Emerge Only

There Is Mercy For Everyone, Except Those Who Are Bored With Life.

The Man Who Cannot Live With Charity, Sharing Other Men's Pain, Is Punished By Feeling His Own With Intolerable Anguish.

The Face Of The Night Will Be An Old Wound That Reopens Each Evening, Impassive And Living. The Distant Silence Will Ache Like A Soul, Mute, In The Dark. We'll Speak To The Night As It's Whispering Softly.

The Slowness Of Time, For A Man Who Knows Nothing Will Happen, Is Brutal.

Lessons Are Not Given, They Are Taken.