He Felt As If He Were Paying

There's Something About Rushing Water That I Can Watch For Hours And Feel As If I Need To Do Nothing More. It's Alive In A Way That's Greater Than Any Description Of It.

I've Never Had A Cup Of Coffee In My Life. I Can't Even Remain In The Same Room With Coffee.

Rigel, Betelgeuse, And Orion. There Was No Finer Church, No Finer Choir, Than The Stars Speaking In Silence To The Many Consumptives Silently Condemned, A Legion Upon The Dark Rooftops. The Wind Came Down From The North Like A Runner In Lacrosse, Violent And Hard, To Batter Every Living Thing. They Were There, Each One Alone In Conversation With The Stars, Mining Ephemeral Love From Cold And Distant Light.

...to Be Paid For One's Joy Is To Steal.

That's What The Left Is Always Doing. They Have An Ideal, And They Want People To Conform To It. When People Don't Conform To It, They End Up Being Beaten Into The Mold. And Beaten Sometimes Hard Enough So That If They Don't Fit, Then They Kill Them. That's What Happened In The Soviet Union And China.