I Want To Be Cremated,

There Exists In Society A Very Special Class Of Persons That I Have Always Referred To As The Believers. These Are Folks Who Have Chosen To Accept A Certain Religion, Philosophy, Theory, Idea Or Notion And Cling To That Belief Regardless Of Any Evidence That Might, For Anyone Else, Bring It Into Doubt. They Are The Ones Who Encourage And Support The Fanatics And The Frauds Of Any Given Age. No Amount Of Evidence, No Matter How Strong, Will Bring Them Any Enlightenment. They Are The Sheep Who Beg To Be Fleeced And Butchered, And Who Will Battle Fiercely To Preserve Their Right To Be Victimized.

Death Is The Ultimate Disappointment

Blind Belief Can Be Comforting, But It Can Easily Cripple Reason And Productivity, And Stop Intellectual Progress.

One Thing That Has Made A Big Comeback Just Recently Is This Business Of Speaking With The Dead. To My Innocent Mind, 'dead' Implies Incapable Of Communicating.

There Was A Small Boy On Crutches. I Do Not Know His Name, And I Suspect I Never Will. But I Will Never Forget His Face, His Smile, His Sorrow. He Is One Of The Millions Robbed Of Hope And Dignity By Charlatans Discussed In This Book. Wherever And Whoever He Is, I Apologize To Him For Not Having Been Able To Protect Him From Such An Experience. I Humbly Dedicate This Book To Him And To The Many Others Who Have Suffered Because The Rest Of Us Began Caring Too Late.