This Is Pretty Much The Answer To

But It Does Not Tell You This: That Love Will Turn The Whole World Into Something Greater Than Itself.

It Will Kill Me, It Will Kill Me, It Will Kill Me. And I Don't Care.

That's The Thing About Faith. It Works.

Things That Don't Matter When You've Lived The Same Day Six Times And Died On At Least Two Of Them: Lunch Meats And Their Relative Coolness.

I Know What The Problem Is, Of Course. The Disorientation, The Distraction, The Difficulty Focusing - All Classic Phase One Signs Of Deliria. But I Don't Care. If Pneumonia Felt This Good I'd Stand Out In The Snow In The Winter With Bare Feet And No Coat, Or March Into The Hospital And Kiss Pneumonia Patients