Before You Have Children, You Mostly Think

She Always Had That About Her, That Look Of Otherness, Of Eyes That See Things Much Too Far, And Of Thoughts That Wander Off The Edge Of The World.

Remember, It's The Winners Write The History Books, And The Losers Get The Leavings.

The Right Circumstances Sometimes Happen Of Their Own Accord, Slyly, Without Fanfare, Without Warning. Layman's Alchemy. . . . The Magic Of Everyday Things.

This Isn't The First Time The World Has Come To An End, And It Won't Be The Last Either.

To Be Closed From Everything, And Yet To Feel, To Think...this Is The Truth Of Hell, Stripped Of Its Gaudy Medievalisms. This Loss Of Contact.