I Listen To The Tick

The Bible Was Written Two Thousand Years Ago. The World Is A Different Place Now. Stories That Had Meaning Then Are Meaningless Now. Beliefs That Might Have Been Valid Then Are Invalid Now. Those Books Should Be Looked At In The Same Way We Look At Anything Of That Age With Interest With An Acknowledgement Of The Historical Importance But They Should Not Be Thought Of As Anything That Has Any Value.

We Stare Into Each Other's Eyes And Softly Kiss Speaking And Saying More With The Movement Of Our Lips And The Tips Of Our Fingers Than Words Will Allow Us To Say. Words Can't Say This. The One Word Love Means Too Little For What It Is. It Means Everything And That Is Still Not Enough. It Doesn't Communicate Even A Fraction Of The Feelings Involved. Love. The Word Is Not Enough For What It Is. Love. Love.

Words Can't Say This. The One Word Love Means Too Little For What It Is. It Means Everything And That Is Still Not Enough.

I've Always Wondered What It Would Be Like If The Messiah, Or Christ Returned, Were Actually Alive And Living In Our Society; Who Would That Person Be, How We Would Identify Them, How Would They Live And What Would They Believe In, How Would Society React To Them? I Decided To Try And Tell My Idea Of That Story.

I'm Writing Books. They're Still A Mix Of Fact And Fiction And Will Continue To Be. I Think It's An Interesting Place To Work.