I Thought I Might Write Mysteries For

Many Said That Now There Was No Hope Of Salvation, For A Man Might Do Anything And Be In The Wrong. There Was No Way To Tell. It Was Better To Stay On The Steading And Mind The Cows And Be Content With Such Days As Are Left To One And Cease To Wonder About Life Everlasting.

Most Of My Childhood Revolved Around Wondering When We Would Be Blown Up By The Russians. I Couldn't Stand The News, I Knew That If The Missile Were Launched, Mortality Would Arrive In Half An Hour, So I Spent A Lot Of My Childhood Feeling That I Was 30 Minutes From Being Dead.

Everything Is Toxic. That's The Point. You Can't Avoid Toxins. Thinking You Can Is Just Another Symptom Of The Toxic Overload Stage.

Men Are Competent In Groups That Mimic The Playground, Incompetent In Groups That Mimic The Family

Your Sons Weren't Made To Like You. That's What Grandchildren Are For.