But Death We Are, And Death We've

We Have Such A Terrible, Terrible Misconception Of Science. We Think It Involves The Definite, The Precise, The Known; It Is A Horrid Series Of Gates To An Unknown As Vast Of The Universe; Which Means Endless.

But During All These Years I Had A Vague But Persistent Desire To Return To New Orleans. I Never Forgot New Orleans. And When We Were In Tropical Places And Places Of Those Flowers And Trees That Grow In Louisiana, I Would Think Of It Acutely And I Would Feel For My Home The Only Glimmer Of Desire I Felt For Anything Outside My Endless Pursuit Of Art.

Sweet To Think On It, That When We Are Last Weary Of All This World There Is The Rising Sun

That Was My Nature - Going From Temptation After Temptation, Not To Sin, But To Be Redeemed.

Your Love To Others, And Their Love For You, That The Increase Of Love In Life Itself Around You, Is What Matters.