A man's at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with. He can know his heart, but he dont want to. Rightly so. Best not to look in there. It aint the heart of a creature that is bound in the way that God has set for it. You can find meanness in the least of creatures, but when God made man the devil was at his elbow. A creature that can do anything. Make a machine. And a machine to make the machine. And evil that can run itself a thousand years, no need to tend it.

The world shrinking down about a raw core of parsible entities. The names of things slowly following those things into oblivion. Colors. The names of birds. Things to eat. Finally the name of things one believed to be true. More fragile than he would have thought. How much was gone already? The sacred idiom shorn of its referents and so of its reality. Drawing down like something trying to preserve heat. In time to wink out forever.

Ever step you take is forever. You cant make it go away. None of it. You understand what I'm sayin?

The wrath of God lies sleeping. It was hid a million years before men were and only men have the power to wake it.

The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn't know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren't.

She was gone and the coldness of it was her final gift.

The point is there ain't no point.