In the void, the devil soars. If you have the devil as your valet, you’re sucked into the void and the enigma remains — which world will emerge from it; those from up — down, those from down – up, those from skies – into abyss, those from earth – suspended, those from fire — in waters, those from waters – burned … Longing to be back in intelligent design? Perhaps the universe is contained in a small recipient ad infinitum and we have all the answers within us.
Don’t make a face at the rain because it falls.
#97-excerpt, Howling to the Moon 1, January-February 2007