She Needed Help, But God Was In

The Sky Was The Color Of Edgar Allan Poe's Pajamas.

The Moon Invented Natural Rhythm. Civilization Uninvented It.

Sometimes, Though, I Feel That Pushing Books Is A Whole Lot Like Pushing Medicine. Think Of Books As Pills. I Have Pills That Cure Ignorance And Pills That Cure Boredom. I Have Pills To Elevate Moods And Pills To Open People's Eyes To The Awful Truth: Uppers And Downers As They Were. I Sell Pills To Help People Find Themselves And Pills To Help Them Lose Themselves When They Require Escape From The Pressures And Anxieties Of Life In A Complex Society.

I Believe In Nothing, Everything Is Sacred. I Believe In Everything, Nothing Is Sacred.

Breathe Properly. Stay Curious. And Eat Your Beets.