What Art really reveals to us is Nature's lack of design, her curious crudities, her extraordinary monotony, her absolutely unfinished condition.

A part of the time they spent in senseless intoxication; and the lucid interlapse of sobriety was occupied only in mourning over the recollection of past importance, and trembling at the prospect of speedy annihilation.

And they did and the end began, and all Winkler 's words couldn't stop it: Even prophets can misfigure, but the Vision's still true. Christ's still coming . Why leave; life's good here.

Others must stipulate that God is unsubject to the constraints of space-time […]