Evil Has Only The Power We Give

God, How We Get Our Fingers In Each Other's Clay. That's Friendship, Each Playing The Potter To See What Shapes We Can Make Of Each Other.

What Is The Subconscious To Every Other Man, In Its Creative Aspect Becomes, For Writers, The Muse.

And They Were All, When Their Souls Grew Warm, Poets.

Forget Them. Burn All, Burn Everything. Fire Is Bright And Fire Is Clean.

Insanity Is Relative. It Depends On Who Has Who Locked In What Cage.