A Man Kills The Thing He Loves,

Writing About The Unholy Is One Way Of Writing About What Is Sacred.

Nothing Ever Begins. There Is No First Moment; No Single Word Or Place From Which This Or Any Other Story Springs.

The World Had Seen So Many Ages: The Age Of Enlightenment; Of Reformation; Of Reason. Now, At Last, The Age Of Desire. And After This, An End To Ages; An End, Perhaps, To Everything.

To You Who Have Never Died, May I Say: Welcome To The World!

Funny That. We Live In Islands Of Hours And We Never Seem To Have Time Enough For Anything.