There Is No Truer Truth Obtainable By

All We Have Gained Then By Our Unbelief Is A Life Of Doubt Diversified By Faith, For One Of Faith Diversified By Doubt: We Called The Chess-board White-we Call It Black.

Where The Apple Reddens Never Pry - Lest We Lose Our Edens, Eve And I.

Lose Who May-i Still Can Say, Those Who Win Heaven, Blest Are They!

It Is The Glory And Good Of Art, That Art Remains The One Way Possible Of Speaking Truth, To Mouths Like Mine At Least.

'tis An Awkward Thing To Play With Souls.