Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.
In the war of magic and religion, is magic ultimately the victor? Perhaps priest and magician were once one, but the priest, learning humility in the face of God, discarded the spell for prayer.
Wisdom was a teapot, pouring from above. Desolation angels, served it up with love.
I realize that people need something to believe in.
Love is an angel disguised as lust.
I feel about politics the same way I do about religion: I find the best I can from different things.