I've Put In So Many Enigmas And

O, Dread And Dire Word. Eternity! What Mind Of Man Can Understand It?

Interpretations Of Interpretations Interpreted.

I Am, A Stride At A Time. A Very Short Space Of Time Through Very Short Time Of Space.

The Mocker Is Never Taken Seriously When He Is Most Serious.

Terence O'ryan Heard Him And Straightway Brought Him A Crystal Cup Full Of The Foaming Ebon Ale Which The Noble Twin Brothers Bungiveagh And Bungardilaun Brew Ever In Their Divine Alevats, Cunning As The Sons Of Deathless Leda. For They Garner The Succulent Berries Of The Hop And Mass And Sift And Bruise And Brew Them And They Mix Therewith Sour Juices And Bring The Must To The Sacred Fire And Cease Not Night Or Day From Their Toil, Those Cunning Brothers, Lords Of The Vat.