Oh, If The Moon Only Had A

How Pathetic It Is To Describe These Things Which Can't Truly Be Described.

You Look Good To Me, You Damnable Little Devil, Good To Embrace And Good To Love.

Oh, My Darling, Wish You Were Here! And My Dark Soul Is Happy Again, Because It Does Not Know How To Be Anything Else For Very Long, And Because The Pain Is A Deep Dark Sea In Which I Would Drown If I Did Not Sail My Little Craft Steadily Over The Surface, Steadily Towards A Sun Which Will Never Rise.

Goodnight Sweet Prince, May Flights Of Devils Wing You To Your Rest.

There Is One Purpose To Life And One Only: To Bear Witness To And Understand As Much As Possible Of The Complexity Of The World- Its Beauty, Its Mysteries, Its Riddles.