With Useless Endeavour Forever, Forever, Is Sisyphus

We Are All Architects Of Faith, Ever Living In These Walls Of Time.

And So We Plough Along, As The Fly Said To The Ox.

The Country Is Not Priest-ridded, But Press-ridden.

Sit In Reverie And Watch The Changing Color Of The Waves That Break Upon The Idle Seashore Of The Mind.

Into A World Unknown,-the Corner-stone Of A Nation!