It Was Only Natural To Want To

She Should Think About Her Own Soul, What She Was Going To Do With This Funky Tattered Pond Dank Item. Dark And Stained, A Ruined Thing.

To Know I Was Beautiful In His Eyes Made Me Beautiful.

Purification In Fire. Public Cremation

How Vast Was A Human Being's Capacity For Suffering. The Only Thing You Could Do Was Stand In Awe Of It. It Wasn't A Question Of Survival At All. It Was The Fullness Of It, How Much Could You Hold, How Much Could You Care.

And If There Is No God? You Act As If There Is, And It's The Same Thing.