What Is Any Of This

The Soul Is A Magician. Only Living Flesh Hampers It.

We Need The Expressive Arts, The Ancient Scribes, The Storytellers, The Priests.

It's Very Selfish When I Write. I'm Not Aware, Ever, Of Writing For Another Person; I'm Not Even Really Aware Of Writing For Myself.

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

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