The Church Of My Choice

They Wanted To Have A Good Time, But They Were Like Children Playing In The Street; They Could See One After Another Of Them Being Killed--run Over, Maimed, Destroyed--but They Continued To Play Anyhow.

Maybe I'll Go Where I Can See Stars, He Said To Himself As The Car Gained Velocity And Altitude; It Headed Away From San Francisco, Toward The Uninhabited Desolation To The North. To The Place Where No Living Thing Would Go. Not Unless It Felt That The End Had Come.

What Constitutes The Authentic Human Being?

You Must Beware Of Seeing Malice Behind Accidental Injury.

Whom The Gods Notice They Destroy. Be Small... And You Will Escape The Jealousy Of The Great.