He will play on my heart strings forever. It was in my heart as if hearing "morning dew" for the first time just recently, and I knew that more or less that when I was through fighting, for love, for justice, for my last breath, there would be plenty more where I came from, great and small, fighting on against the world of horrors that are always just on the opposite side of the battle, one man's will away from the unspeakable.
Jerry would open up heaven, and there it was, clear as fetus pee- The Voice of God. I'm not against monolithic good, but it is a lot to understand- if I can't really know it, truly. But when I hear the pain in Jerry's voice breaking as he played, that's