It'll Be All Right." Julia's Gentleness Makes

Memories Are Their Own Descendents Masquerading As The Ancestors Of The Present.

Creation Never Ceased On The Sixth Evening, It Occurs To The Young Man. Creation Unfolds Around Us, Despite Us And Through Us At The Speed Of Days And Nights. And We Call It Love.

We Are Both Busy People, So Let's Cut The Small Talk.

Torturous Advances Won Over Generations Can Be Lost By A Single Stroke Of A Myopic President's Pen Or A Vainglorious General's Sword.

Maybe Then You Comprehend, Speaking One Language Only Is A Prison!