Evil, However Powerful It Seemed,could Be Undone

Darkness Always Had Its Part To Play. Without It, How Would We Know When We Walked In The Light? It’s Only When Its Ambitions Become Too Grandiose That It Must Be Opposed, Disciplined, Sometimes—if Necessary—brought Down For A Time. Then It Will Rise Again, As It Must.

I Am A Man, And Men Are Animals Who Tell Stories. This Is A Gift From God, Who Spoke Our Species Into Being, But Left The End Of Our Story Untold. That Mystery Is Troubling To Us. How Could It Be Otherwise? Without The Final Part, We Think, How Are We To Make Sense Of All That Went Before: Which Is To Say, Our Lives? So We Make Stories Of Our Own, In Fevered And Envious Imitation Of Our Maker, Hoping That We'll Tell, By Chance, What God Left Untold. And Finishing Our Tale, Come To Understand Why We Were Born.

Those Old Hypocrites. They Talk About Killing Witches But The Good Book’s Full Of Magic. Turning The Nile To Blood And Parting The Red Sea. What’s That If It’s Not Good Old-fashioned Magic? Want A Little Water Into Wine? No Trouble! How About Raising The Dead Man Lazarus? Just Say The Word!

What Worth Was A Man Who Could Not Be Haunted?

You Can Plan To Be Brave - It's Even Better If You Just Try To Be Brave.