The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment in the incandescence like the shape of a flower, a molten rose. Then all was dark again.

He rocked in the swells, floating like the first germ of life adrift on the earth's cooling seas, formless macule of plasm trapped in a vapor drop and all creation yet to come.

She smiled. I think it's just the snow. I think it makes people stop and think. Bell nodded. I hope it comes a blizzard then.

Ive seen the meanness of humans till I dont know why God aint put out the sun and gone away.

He knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.

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

But there are no absolutes in human misery and things can always get worse