The tragedy of power like mine is that there is no way down. There can only be extinction. Dust to dust rags to rags fear to fear.

From recovery to rags and rags to recovery symbolizes art - a perfect compilation of human imperfections.

Rags-to-riches story? I've heard that gospel before, no thanks. I find no greater inspiration than the riches-to-rags story of redemption, the story of God leaving His golden throne to pursue a wretch like me.