Recently, MM tells me, he has shipped the individual books of his universal epic (the 20,000 copies of them) to Thailand, where I once visited him. Only a monarchy could contain the exuberance of Sentence of the Gods, whose title alone demands the full plurality of our human experience, of the here and now, but also of the then and always. We always are, and always have been, better than we are, and even than we have been. (This is how a comic epic like the Sentence represents us to ourselves.) At least we want to be better than what we were! As I write, here in Kansas, Oklahoma (These United States of America), a little bird, a finch I believe, is chirping beside a ruddy house along the banks of my own creek, with its healing waters, which I go down to every day to feed the birds, like St. Francis. Pick up the books of this epic and finish your own sentence, what the gods have given you, and make what you can of your own life out of it.
— Larry D. Griffin, 5:10 pm, 17 July 2011