and it was Hell, the old one, whose gates were opened by the Son of Man
A man who's pure of heart may still transform when the autumn moon burns, and I'm not calling us thieves or ghosts or liars, but, oh, for the grace of God, go on! If the whole world is crashing down on you, fall! To fall, to fall, to fall through space, out of our minds!
(And I hold infinity by the balls; sixty minutes, and eternity lies dying, dying, dead. As the swell peaks, so, too, the wave passes, so, too, the wave falls.)