I Could End This With

Today On The Way Home, It Snows. Big, Soft Caressing Flakes Fall Onto Our Skin Like Cold Moths; The Air Fills With Feathers.

You Can Only Be Jealous Of Someone Who Has Something You Think You Ought To Have Yourself.

If A God Showed Up Every Time You Put A Quarter In The Prayer Slot It Wouldn't Be God, It Would Be A Puppet That You Could Control By Doing That...that Would Make The Deity Subservient To You. So It Wouldn't Be A Deity Would It?

They Will Not Let You Have Peace, They Don't Want You To Have Anything They Don't Have Themselves.

Popular Art Is The Dream Of Society; It Does Not Examine Itself.