Sometimes your best way to deal with shit is not to hold yourself as such a precious little prize.

Whether we sleep or wake$$$ the vast machinery of the universe still goes on.

In the early ages of the world$$$ according to the scripture chronology$$$ there were no kings; the consequence of which was there were no wars; it is the pride of kings which throws mankind into confusion.

People have an annoying habit of remembering things they shouldn't.

Old school feminism$$$ coveting social power$$$ is blind to woman's cosmic sexual power.

I went hunting wild<br>After the wildest beauty in the world<br>Which lies not calm in eyes$$$ or braided hair<br>But mocks the steady running of the hour<br>And if it grieves$$$ grieves richlier than here.

What passing bells for these who die as cattle? <br>Only the monstrous anger of the guns. <br>Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle <br>Can patter out their hasty orisons.

Behold$$$<br>A ram$$$ caught in a thicket by its horns;<br>Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him.<br>But the old man would not so$$$ but slew his son$$$<br>And half the seed of Europe$$$ one by one.

All other creatures look down toward the earth$$$ but man was given a face so that might turn his eyes toward the stars and his gaze upon the sky.

Blemishes are hid by night and every fault forgiven; darkness makes any woman fair.