The last thin paring of the old moon hung over the distant mountains to the west. Venus had moved away. With dark a gauzy swarm of stars. He could not guess what they were for so many.

“What could a child know of the darkness of God's plan? Or how flesh is so frail…”

“The crumpled butcherpaper mountains lay in sharp shadowfold under the long blue…”

“Moral law is an invention of mankind for the disenfranchisement of the powerful…”

“All his early dreams were the same. Something was afraid and he had come to com…”