"The Demand of the Loveless and the Self-Imprisoned" - that they should be allowed to blackmail the universe: that till they consent to be happy (on their own terms) no one else shall taste joy: that theirs should be the final power; that Hell should be able to veto Heaven. And yet, for all of the false-loves and half-truths this world has to offer, for every bitter taste and grating sound, for each demanding sight that refuses to leave my eyes but rather festers and grows a wound more calloused than I believe to be fair, for all of my short-comings... I cannot help but be thankful for Love Himself. I am for my Troubadour. And no one else. ~Beck Piegaro, March 6, 2007