History, Despite Its Wrenching Pain, Cannot Be

If I Wanted To Write, I Had To Be Willing To Develop A Kind Of Concentration Found Mostly In People Awaiting Execution. I Had To Learn Technique And Surrender My Ignorance.

The Holy Spirit Upon My Left Leads My Feet Without Ceasing Into The Camp Of The Righteous And Into The Tents Of The Free.

I Became The Kind Of Parent My Mother Was To Me.

No Not Me Go Find Someone Else To Bring Down

If I Have A Monument In This World, It Is My Son.