Evil Is A Point Of View.

Was It Fair To Say I Didn't Know The Full State Of My Soul?

I Didn’t Look To The Shore Much After This First Long And Memorable Glimpse. I Looked Up At Heaven And Her Court Of Mythical Creatures Fixed Forever In The All Powerful And Inscrutable Stars. Ink Black Was The Night Beyond Them, And They So Like Jewels That Old Poetry Came Back To Me, The Sound Even Of Hymns Sung Only By Men.

Be Kind. Always If You Have A Choice, Be Kind.

What I Did Was Take The Jesus Of The Gospels, The Son Of God, The Son Of The Virgin Mary, And Sought To Make Him Utterly Believable, A Vital Breathing Character.

A Perfect World Or A World Destroyed, One Or The Other- Someday Will Come The End Of Hell.