I Have Called On The Goddess And

All The Tears Women Shed, They Leave No Mark On The World.

If You Own A Machine, You Are In Turn Owned By It, And Spend Your Time Serving It.

And So, Perhaps, The Truth Winds Somewhere Between The Road To Glastonbury, Isle Of The Priests, And The Road To Avalon, Lost Forever In The Mists Of The Summer Sea.

I Have Called On The Goddess And Found Her Within Myself

[t]he House Of Maidens Was For Little Girls Whose Whole Duty In Life Was To Spill Things, Break Things, And Forget Things . . . Until They Had Spilled, Broken, And Forgotten Everything They Could, And Thus Made Room In Their Lives For A Little Wisdom.