Hymns to the Silence

Some necessarily cryptic wishes, just in case God is reading any of this (and hasn't gotten fed up by the scarcity of posts):

To C., an utter recovery and remission, then rivers of liquid refreshment as you toast the beauty that is your blessed undiminishable life,

To D., every courage from every quarter, and the thorough disabusement of any threat that you are alone--strewth and genius goodness endure in your every cell,

To J. and R.: the seraphim shall lay down their wings as you announce to heaven and law your wonderlove of one another, and I shall toast you by the gallon,

To everyone else but Jane, who knows: listen to Yat-Kha covering Motorhead's "Orgasmatron," then try to argue against beauty. Go ahead, just fuckin' try.