I Have A Special Grudge Against Those

Faith No Doubt Moves Mountains, But Not Necessarily To Where We Want Them.

Arrogance Rides Triumphantly Through The Gates, Barely Glancing At The Old Woman About To Cut The Rope And Spring Shut The Trap.

Timidity Keeps Me Safe And Sad In A Narrow Room.

Awakening In The Morning Returns Us To Life, And To Awareness Of Death.

Mortality: Not Acquittal But A Series Of Postponements Is What We Hope For.