God's 'failures' Are Really Man's Failures.

People Are Scared To Death Of Dying. I Am The Opposite.

Though I Am A Catholic, A Professing One, I Have Serious Doubts About The Survival Of The Human Personality After Death.

Giving A Phenomenon A Label Does Not Explain It.

There Is No Solid Satisfaction In Any Career For A Woman Like Myself. There Is No Home, No True Freedom, No Hope, No Joy, No Expectation For Tomorrow, No Contentment. I Would Rather Cook A Meal For A Man And Bring Him His Slippers And Feel Myself In The Protection Of His Arms Than Have All The Citations And Awards And Honors I Have Received Worldwide, Including The Ribbon Of Legion Of Honor And My Property And My Bank Accounts. They Mean Nothing To Me. And I Am Only One Among The Millions Of Sad Women Like Myself.

But What Was A Body? Dust, Dung, Urine, Itches. It Was The Light Within Which Was Important, And It Was Not Significant If That Light Endured After Death, Or If The Soul Was Blinded Eternally In The Endless Night Of The Suspired Flesh.