In woman's womb word is made flesh but in the spirit of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word that shall not pass away. This is the postcreation.

Signatures of all things I am here to read.

[...] a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend.

He lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances. He had an odd autobiographical habit which led him to compose in his mind from time to time a short sentence about himself containing a subject in the third person and a verb in the past tense.

There is only one thing that makes any one athlete better than another, his heart. We all put our underwear on feet first, so we are all human.

So you need hardly spell me how every word will be bound over to carry three score and ten toptypsical readings throughout the book of Doublends Jined.

Every bond is a bond to sorrow.