God is alive. Magic is afoot. God is alive. Magic is afoot. God is afoot. Magic is alive. Alive is afoot. Magic never died. God never sickened. Many poor men lied. Many sick men lied. Magic never weakened. Magic never hid. Magic always ruled. God is afoot. God was ruler though his funeral lengthened. Though his mourners thickened Magic never fled.

My son and my daughter have both been an incredibly sustaining force, especially through this recent bad patch [of health]. So, I've been blessed and grateful for their company and for their assistance.

You live your life as if it's real.......a thousand kisses deep

As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will

You've got a deadline. Well, I do, too: death.

Suffering, violent suffering, seems to be something that corresponds with something that we experience.

Don't dwell on what has passed away or what is yet to be.