When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.

Even the most sadistic and destructive man is human, as human as the saint.

perhaps the problem of evil is a human problem, one of an egotistical mind-set, an anthropocentric bent in our thinking and perspective.

For a woman to deny the necessity of true love in her life would be to deny herself, and her creator.

Two separate beings, in different circumstances, face to face in freedom and seeking justification of their existence through one another, will always live an adventure full of risk and promise." (p. 248)

Agent Smith, a lady is never late, everyone is simply early._ I said back, paraphrasing something I saw on a 20/20 special. __ell, a lady isn__ exactly what they are expecting.