...i Can Write My Own Stories And

The Only Lasting Truth Is Change. God Is Change.

We Need The Stars... We Need Purpose! We Need The Image The Destiny To Take Root Among The Stars Gives Us Of Ourselves As A Purposeful, Growing Species. We Need To Become The Adult Species That The Destiny Can Help Us Become! If We're To Be Anything Other Than Smooth Dinosaurs Who Evolve, Specialize And Die, We Need The Stars.... When We Have No Difficult, Long-term Purpose To Strive Toward, We Fight Each Other. We Destroy Ourselves. We Have These Chaotic, Apocalyptic Periods Of Murderous Craziness.

Nothing. It Just Finds You A Lot More Attractive Than It Does Most Humans. What Can You Do With A Beautiful Woman That You Can’t Do With An Ugly One? Nothing. It’s Just A Matter Of Preference.

The Only Black People You Found Were Occasional Characters Or Characters Who Were So Feeble-witted That They Couldn't Manage Anything, Anyway. I Wrote Myself In, Since I'm Me And I'm Here And I'm Writing.

Beware: Ignorance Protects Itself. Ignorance Promotes Suspicion. Suspicion Engenders Fear. Fear Quails, Irrational And Blind, Or Fear Looms, Defiant And Closed. Blind, Closed, Suspicious, Afraid, Ignorance Protects Itself, And Protected, Ignorance Grows.