Nonsense remains nonsense even when we talk it about God.




(No Ratings Yet)Music. A meaningless acceleration in the rhythm of celestial experience.




(No Ratings Yet)For the entrance is low: we must stoop till we are no taller than children to get in.




(No Ratings Yet)No time for better words, no time to unsay anything.-Til We Have Faces




(No Ratings Yet)You know me better than you think, you know, and you shall know me better yet.




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