I Write For No Other Purpose Than

A Man With A Club Is A Law-maker.

Desire Is A Pain Which Seeks Easement Through Possession.

He Was Mastered By The Sheer Surging Of Life, The Tidal Wave Of Being, The Perfect Joy Of Each Separate Muscle, Joint, And Sinew In That It Was Everything That Was Not Death, That It Was Aglow And Rampant, Expressing Itself In Movement, Flying Exultantly Under The Stars.

He Was Justifying His Existence, Than Which Life Can Do No Greater; For Life Achieves Its Summit When It Does To The Uttermost That Which It Was Equipped To Do.

Life Is Not A Matter Of Holding Good Cards, But Sometimes, Playing A Poor Hand Well.