Who do you serve? Do you serve somebody? I serve the poem, no one..

I never have anything to talk about..

What God originates, God orchestrates..

I like my work to stand on its own as much as possible..

There is beauty in everything, Just not everybody sees it.

Swallows and Amazons for-ever!.

Some changes are so slow, you don't notice them, others are so fast, they don't notice you..

George Orwell once wrote that a false belief sooner or later collides with physical reality, usually on a battlefield..

I'm interested in how innocence fares when it collides with hard reality..

At some point, a false belief collides with physical reality..