Let Us Sculpt In Hopeless Silence All

My Boredom With Everything Has Numbed Me.

It Is Noble To Be Shy, Illustrious Not To Know How To Act, Great Not To Have A Gift For Living.

These Pages Are Not My Confession; They’re My Definition. And I Feel, As I Begin To Write It, That I Can Write It With Some Semblance Of Truth.

I Never Meant To Be But A Dreamer.

There Are Those That Even God Exploits, And They Are Prophets And Saints In The Vacuousness Of The World.