I wanna think god's thoughts, and Mr. Newton, Issac said, After him. So I joined the queue.
Fundamental heretic is what I am. Jesus was a heretic. Ask any Pharisee.
Evaluation and appraisal, worship and praise, who told you to do that? A shepherd kid?
A lonely boy under the stars in a peaceful valley, beside still waters. Like, Bob Dylan at twelve. Singin' along.
Worthy, so worthy, sang the boy, never knowing the role of y after worth in setting the appraising price or prize.
What's it worth to know death has no sting? A song? Then sing, soft, don't wake the dead.
This reminded me of its existence as I was wathching a youtube doc, Wittgenstein: A wonderful life. I may have posted it before, but it means more now, to me.