You'll Get Back To Where You Came

I Am Not A Theologian Or A Philosopher. I Am A Story Teller.

The Skull Regarded Ralph Like One Who Knows All The Answers And Won't Tell.

The Candle-buds Opened Their Wide White Flowers....their Scent Spilled Out Into The Air And Took Possession Of The Island.

Childhood Is A Disease - A Sickness That You Grow Out Of.

Towards Midnight The Rain Ceased And The Clouds Drifted Away, So That The Sky Was Scattered Once More With The Incredible Lamps Of Stars.