I Like To Smell Things And Look

"oh, Ancient God, Whatever Your Name," Whispered Ahmed. "help This Lost Son Of A Good Father, This Evil Boy Who Meant No Harm But Slept In School, Ran Errands Slowly, Did Not Pray From His Heart, Ignored His Mother, And Did Not Hold His Family In Great Esteem. For All This I Know I Must Suffer. But Here In The Midst Of Silence, At The Desert's Heart, Where Even The Wind Knows Not My Name? Must I Die So Young? Am I To Be Forgotten Without Having Been?"

Time Is So Strange And Life Is Twice As Strange.

Here At This Far Lost End Of The Continent, Where The Trail Wagons Had Stopped And The People With Them.

You Don't Have To Worry About The Future, You Don't Worry About The Past - You Just Explode.

We Have Everything We Need To Be Happy, But We Aren't Happy. Something's Missing.