As So Often Happens, The Thing Left

We Can Escape From Everything, But Not From Ourselves.

...the Habit Of Falling Hardens The Body, Reaching The Ground, To In Itself, Is A Relief.

The Church Has Never Been Asked To Explain Anything, Our Speciality, Along With Ballistics, Has Always Been The Neutralisation Of The Overly Curious Mind Through Faith.

Every Thing In Life Is A Uniform; The Only Time Our Bodies Are Truly In Civilian Dress Is When We're Naked.

Sleep Is A Skilled Magician, It Changes The Proportions Of Things, The Distances Between Them, It Separates People And They're Lying Next To Each Other, Brings Them Together And They Can Barely See One Another.