The Thing Is - Fear Can't Hurt

We're All Mad, The Whole Damned Race. We're Wrapped In Illusions, Delusions, Confusions About The Penetrability Of Partitions, We're All Mad And In Solitary Confinement.

But Forgiveness Must Not Only Be Given But Received Also.

No Human Endeavour Can Ever Be Wholly Good... It Must Always Have A Cost.

Sleep Is When All The Unsorted Stuff Comes Flying Out As From A Dustbin Upset In A High Wind.

The Conch Exploded Into A Thousand White Fragments And Ceased To Exist.