Love Is Like Trench Warfare - You

Religion Is Simply Art Bastardized Out Of All Recognition.

I Have Decided To Leave Clea’s Last Letter Un-answered. I No Longer Wish To Coerce Anyone, To Make Promises, To Think Of Life In Terms Of Compacts, Resolutions, Covenants. It Will Be Up To Clea To Interpret My Silence According To Her Own Needs And Desires, To Come To Me If She Has Need Or Not, As The Case May Be. Does Not Everything Depend On Our Interpretation Of The Silence Around Us?

What Are Stars But Points In The Body Of God Where We Insert The Healing Needles Of Our Terror And Longing?

Whatever The Heart Desires, It Purchases At The Cost Of Soul

The Realisation Of One's Own Death Is The Point At Which One Becomes Adult.