Is there a placehere for the spirit? Is there timeon this brief platform for anythingother than mind's failure to explain itself? Frequencies (1978)
Sometimes a strange lightshines, purer than the moon,casting no shadow, that isthe halo upon the bonesof the pioneers who died for truth. Frequencies (1978)
A power guided my hand. If an invisible companywaited to see what I would do,I in my own way asked fordirection, so we should journey togethera little nearer the accomplishmentof the design. Frequencies (1978)