White IrisThe iris danced acrossthe ancient Grecian skiesgliding with her embossedsatiny milken sides ...

Saturated Arrogance...imprisoned musescried to be freeshe took away their quillsand saiddo not bother me...

Saturated Arrogance...she rebuked those about herin darkness did she dwella pathetic historyall mortal man would tell..

...flames moved towards himand dropped within-singed and marred his tender skin ...(the frightful plight tale)

If you don't believe in God, then the God concept is a great placeholder for everything we don't know, which is exponentially more than we do know.

In the particular dwells the tawdry. In the conceptual dwells the grand, the transcendent, the everlasting. Earthly countries and single malignant boys can go to hell; the idea of countries and the idea of sons triumph for eternity.