For Him Who Fain Would Teach The

I Would Rather Start A Family Than Finish One.

As The Skull Of The Man Grows Broader, So Do His Creeds. And His Gods They Are Shaped In His Image And Mirror His Needs. And He Clothes Them With Thunders And Beauty, He Clothes Them With Music And Fire, Seeing Not, As He Bows By Their Altars, That He Worships His Own Desire.

I Once Heard The Survivors Of A Colony Of Ants That Had Been Partially Obliterated By A Cow's Foot Seriously Debating The Intention Of The Gods Towards Their Civilization.

Vibrations Are The Key To Everything. Atoms Used To Be, But Atoms Have Quite Gone Out.

Personally My Ambition Is To Get My Time As A Cockroach Shortened For Good Behavior And Be Promoted To A Revenue Officer It Is Not Much Of A Step Up But I Am Humble