Good Days, They Come Around

Life Must Pass Through Difficulty In Order To Achieve Any Modicum Of Beauty.

Yet She Likes Complications. She Wishes She Could Turn And Say: I Like People Who Unbalance Me.

The Tunnels Of Our Lives Connect, Coming To Daylight At The Oddest Moments, And Then Plunge Us Into The Dark Again. We Return To The Lives Of Those Who Have Gone Before Us, A Perplexing Möbius Strip Until We Come Home, Eventually, To Ourselves.

The War Was About Vanity, He Said. It Was About Old Men Who Couldn't Look In The Mirror Anymore And So They Sent The Young Out To Die. Was Was A Get-together Of The Vain. They Wanted It Simple--hate Your Enemy, Know Nothing Of Him.

The Repeated Lies Become History, But They Don't Necessarily Become The Truth.