zodiac10 Jan 2005

Incidentally, the best existential question ever is: When the Lord finally lets fly that last great trump he's been whemying for 2000 million years, will we remain in possession of our ears long enough to hear it and fall to the ground under the force of its too-many-parted harmonies, or will we instantly be turned into souls, to be blown this way and that by the terrible and everlasting gusts of wind that follow?