The Heart Will Break, But Broken Live

Most Glorious Night! Thou Wert Not Sent For Slumber!

Then Farewell, Horace; Whom I Hated So, Not For Thy Faults, But Mine.

Why I Came Here, I Know Not; Where I Shall Go It Is Useless To Inquire - In The Midst Of Myriads Of The Living And The Dead Worlds, Stars, Systems, Infinity, Why Should I Be Anxious About An Atom?

Hearts Will Break - Yet Brokenly, Live On.

This Is The Age Of Oddities Let Loose.