I Know Because I Read. Might I

Truth Casts A Spell Of Its Own.

Who But The Mad Would Choose To Keep On Living? In The End, Aren't We All Just A Little Crazy?

The Vicar, Whose Name Is Reverend Waite, Leads Us In Prayers That All Begin With 'o Lord' And End With Our Somehow Not Being Worthy-sinners Who Have Always Been Sinners And Will Forever More Be Sinners Until We Die. It Isn't The Most Optimistic Outlook I've Ever Heard But We're Encouraged To Keep Trying Anyway.

True Affection And Love Have A Purity Which Shall Always Prevail Over Bigotry.

People Think Boundaries And Borders Build Nations. Nonsense-words Do. Beliefs, Declarations, Constitutions-words. Stories. Myths. Lies. Promises. History