Whatever There Is To Know, That Shall

I Fear You And, Yes, I Love You: And Yet I Cannot Believe. Why Could You Not Let Me Believe, Where So Many Believed? Or Else, Why Could You Not Let Me Deride, As The Remainder Derided So Noisily? O God, Why Could You Not Let Me Have Faith? For You Gave Me No Faith In Anything, Not Even In Nothingness. It Was Not Fair.

Time Changes All Things And Cultivates Even In Herself An Appreciation Of Irony, And, Therefore, Why Shouldn't I Have Changed A Trifle?

Good And Evil Keep Very Exact Accounts... And The Face Of Every Man Is Their Ledger.

As It Is, Plain Reasoning Assures Me I Am Not Indispensable To The Universe: But With This Reasoning, Somehow, Does Not Travel My Belief.

Creeds Matter Very Little... The Optimist Proclaims That We Live In The Best Of All Possible Worlds; And The Pessimist Fears This Is True. So I Elect For Neither Label.