No Story Ever Really Ends, And I

Every Soul Has A Landscape That Changes With The Wind That Sweeps The Sky, With The Clouds That Return After Its Rain.

You Doubt Because You Love Truth.

Anything Large Enough For A Wish To Light Upon, Is Large Enough To Hang A Prayer Upon.

The World...is Full Of Resurrections... Every Night That Folds Us Up In Darkness Is A Death; And Those Of You That Have Been Out Early, And Have Seen The First Of The Dawn, Will Know It - The Day Rises Out Of The Night Like A Being That Has Burst Its Tomb And Escaped Into Life.

To Be Humbly Ashamed Is To Be Plunged In The Cleansing Bath Of Truth.