Why, A Moral Truth Is A Hollow

Beware Of The Man Who Rises To Power From One Suspender.

This Is Darrow, Inadequately Scrawled, With His Young, Old Heart, And His Drawl, And His Infinite Paradox And His Sadness, And Kindness, And His Artist Sense That Drives Him To Shape His Life To Something Harmonious, Even Against The Schemes Of God.

The Soul Of The River Had Entered My Soul, And The Gathered Power Of My Soul Was Moving So Swiftly, It Seemed To Be At Rest Under Cities Of Cloud And Under Spheres Of Silver And Changing Worlds Until I Saw A Flash Of Trumpets Above The Battlements Over Time!

Did I Follow Truth Wherever She Led, And Stand Against The Whole World For A Cause, And Uphold The Weak Against The Strong? If I Did I Would Be Remembered Among Men.

Genius Is A Bend In The Creek Where Bright Water Has Gathered, And Which Mirrors The Trees, The Sky And The Banks. It Just Does That Because It Is There And The Scenery Is There. Talent Is A Fine Mirror With A Silver Frame, With The Name Of The Owner Engraved On The Back.