The Soul Is A Magician.

The So-called Real World. Human Misery And Sadness. Blind Politics And General Cruelty.

I Never Know Where I Am Going, Though. That Is Part Of What Makes It So Wonderful. And After All, Who Does?

If They Had Said My Writing Wasn't Good Enough, Fair Enough, That's An Opinion. But To Say It's Too Complex Is To Insult The Intelligence Of The So-called Young.

We All Have Our Dreams. May We Find Them, And God Have Mercy On Us When We Do.

No One Is Ever Ordinary.