Far Back, Far Back In Our Dark

Instead Of Chopping Yourself Down To Fit The World, Chop The World Down To Fit Yourself.

She Is My First, Great Love. She Was A Wonderful, Rare Woman - You Do Not Know; As Strong, And Steadfast, And Generous As The Sun. She Could Be As Swift As A White Whiplash, And As Kind And Gentle As Warm Rain, And As Steadfast As The Irreducible Earth Beneath Us.

The Journey Of Love Has Been Rather A Lacerating, If Well-worth-it, Journey.

What Is The Knocking? What Is The Knocking At The Door In The Night? It Is Somebody Who Wants To Do Us Harm. No, No, It Is The Three Strange Angels. Admit Them, Admit Them.

Death Is The Only Pure, Beautiful Conclusion Of A Great Passion.