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You Small Mortals Don't Realize The Power Of Your Stories.

Growing Up, Catholic Church Really Was Such An Incubator For My Imagination, Because All Of Those Mysteries Felt Embedded In This Insanely Green, Tropical Landscape: The Ocean Nearby, The Giant Banyan Trees. It All Felt Part Of One Seamless Mystery To Me.

I Really Try To Write Every Day. It's Hard, But It's My Favorite Thing To Do. So, It's Usually Not Too, Too Hard.

My Favorite Classes Were Always Dumb Nerdy Vocabulary.

Madness, As I Understood It From Books, Meant A Person Who Was Open To The High White Whine Of Everything.