Man hovers between Paradise and the Pit.
The law should be the point at which savagery ended because civilization stood in its path.
Alcoholism plus criminality plus whatever caused both in the first place form a combination that is very nearly happy-ending-proof.
I yield to nobody in my admiration for God, but he's no good in bed.
Love- however doomed, had the capacity to attach bouys to the soul.
Obviously, not everybody who dies becomes a ghost, otherwise those who are psychic would be aware of shouldering through deep crowds of assorted shades every time they moved.