The Point Is There Ain't

I Can Normally Tell How Intelligent A Man Is By How Stupid He Thinks I Am.

Men's Memories Are Uncertain And The Past That Was Differs Little From The Past That Was Not.

In The Nights Sometimes Now He'd Wake In The Back And Freezing Waste Out Of Softly Colored Worlds Of Human Love, The Songs Of Birds, The Sun.

He Poured The Tumbler Full. Drink Up, He Said. The World Goes On. We Have Dancing Nightly And This Night Is No Exception. The Straight And The Winding Way Are One And Now That You Are Here What Do The Years Count Since Last We Two Met Together? Men's Memories Are Uncertain And The Past That Was Differs Little From The Past That Was Not.

Your Heart's Desire Is To Be Told Some Mystery. The Mystery Is That There Is No Mystery.