I Am The Skeptic Of Skeptics.

Reading, Not Just An Escape, But An Exercise In Living.

I Have Been Constantly Betrayed And Deceived All My Life.

If Genetic Memory Or Racial Memory Persists, Is It Possible That Individual Memory Also Exists From Previous Lives?

The Stalwart Soul Has The Will To Live And Is Eager For The Race.

I Am Not Alone At All, I Thought. I Was Never Alone At All. And That, Of Course, Is The Message Of Christmas. We Are Never Alone. Not When The Night Is Darkest, The Wind Coldest, The World Seemingly Most Indifferent. For This Is Still The Time God Chooses.