Sail On, Sail On, O' Might Ship

The Big Change Is The Proximity To Death.

In Dreams The Truth Is Learned That All Good Works Are Done In The Absence Of A Caress.

It Was A Dance Of Masks And Every Mask Was Perfect Because Every Mask Was A Real Face And Every Face Was A Real Mask So There Was No Mask And There Was No Face For There Was But One Dance In Which There Was But One Mask But One True Face Which Was The Same And Which Was A Thing Without A Name Which Changed And Changed Into Itself Over And Over.

It's Hard To Hold The Hand Of Anyone Who Is Reaching For The Sky Just To Surrender

Coroner's Inquest: Death By Drowning. And He Hasn't Been To The Sea-shore In Ten Years.