Evil Isn't A Cosmological Riddle, Only Just

The Brain Is A Muscle Of Busy Hills, The Struggle Of Unthought Things With Things Eternally Thought.

I Have Beliefs, Of Course, Like Everyone-but I Don't Always Believe In Them.

I'm Nobody's Daughter Now. I'm Through With That.

I Think Whenever We Think Of Our Hometowns, We Tend To Think Of Very Specific People: With Whom You Rode On The School Bus, Who Was Your Next Door Neighbor You Were Playing With, Who Your Girlfriend Was. It's Always Something Very Specific.

Obviously The Imagination Is Fueled By Emotions Beyond The Control Of The Conscious Mind.