The Last Thing One Discovers

Paint Me The Bold Anfractuous Rocks Faced By The Snarled And Yelping Seas.

Where Is All The Knowledge We Lost With Information?

Cling, Swing, Spring, Sing, Swing Up Into The Apple Tree.

The Definition Of Hell Is A Place Where Nothing Connects With Nothing.

After Such Knowledge, What Forgiveness? Think Now History Has Many Cunning Passages, Contrived Corridors And Issues, Deceives With Whispering Ambitions Guides Us By Vanities.