All religions are based on obsolete terminology.

The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.

I don't want an elderly gentleman from Vienna with an umbrella inflicting his dreams upon me.

Oh, my Lolita, I have only words to play with!

Stirless, I stand at the window, and in the black bowl of the sky glows like a golden drop of honey the mellow moon

And this is the only immortality you and i may share, my Lolita.

Let all of life be an unfettered howl.