Only The First Swath Cut

Justness Exists, Even If Few People Exist Who Feel It.

A Day Without A Dark Cloud. Almost A Happy Day. There Were Three Thousand Six Hundred And Fifty-three Days Like That In His Stretch. From The First Clang Of The Rail To The Last Clang Of The Rail. Three Thousand Six Hundred And Fifty-three Days. The Three Extra Days Were For Leap Years.

Not Everything Has A Name. Some Things Lead Us Into A Realm Beyond Words…by Means Of Art Were Are Sometimes Sent - Dimly, Briefly - Revelations Unattainable By Reason.

Voting For Impersonal Parties And Their Programmes Is A False Substitute For The Only True Way To Elect People's Representatives: Voting By An Actual Person For An Actual Candidate.

Every Man Always Has Handy A Dozen Glib Little Reasons Why He Is Right Not To Sacrifice Himself.