The rain falls upon the just And also on the unjust fellas But mostly it falls upon the just Cause the unjust have the just's umbrellas

Men say they only learn this but he said that no creature can learn that which his heart has no shape to hold.

The wind sounded of Mother Earth's forsaken and abandoned cries.

When one has nothing left make ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.

See the child. He is pale and thin, he wears a thin and ragged linen shirt. He stokes the scullery fire.

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.

He said that men believe the blood of the slain to be of no consequence but that the wolf knows better. He said that the wolf is a being of great order and that it knows what men do not: that there is no order in this world save that which death has put there.