Maybe It's Like Mac Says.

The World Was New Each Day For God So Made It Daily. Yet It Contained Within It All The Evils As Before, No More, No Less.

But There Are No Absolutes In Human Misery And Things Can Always Get Worse

He Never Sleeps, The Judge. He Is Dancing, Dancing. He Says That He Will Never Die.

It Just Bothered Me That You Might Think I'm Somethin Special. I Aint.

The Jagged Mountains Were Pure Blue In The Dawn And Everywhere Birds Twittered And The Sun When It Rose Caught The Moon In The West So That They Lay Opposed To Each Other Across The Earth, The Sun Whitehot And The Moon A Pale Replica, As If They Were The Ends Of A Common Bore Beyond Whose Terminals Burned Worlds Past All Reckoning.