If I Had A Plot That Was

A Man Is Born Into This World With Only A Tiny Spark Of Goodness In Him. The Spark Is God, It Is The Soul; The Rest Is Ugliness And Evil, A Shell. The Spark Must Be Guarded Like A Treasure, It Must Be Nurtured, It Must Be Fanned Into Flame. It Must Learn To Seek Out Other Sparks, It Must Dominate The Shell. Anything Can Be A Shell, Reuven. Anything. Indifference, Laziness, Brutality, And Genius. Yes, Even A Great Mind Can Be A Shell And Choke The Spark.

You Have To Want To Listen To It, And Then You Can Hear It. It Has A Strange, Beautiful Texture. It Doesn't Always Talk. Sometimes-sometimes It Cries, And You Can Hear The Pain Of The World In It. It Hurts To Listen To It Then. But You Have To.

Reuven Listen To Me. The Talmud Says That A Person Should Do Two Things For Himself. One Is To Acquire A Teacher. Do You Remember The Other." "choose A Friend," I Said. "yes. You Know What A Friend Is, Reuven? A Greek Philosopher Said That Two People Who Are True Friends Are Like Two Bodies With One Soul." I Nodded. "reuven, If You Can, Make Danny Saunders Your Friend." "i Like Him A Lot, Abba." "no. Listen To Me. I Am Not Talking About Only Liking Him. I Am Telling You To Make Him Your Friend And To Let Him Make You His Friend.

I'm Constantly Revising. Once The Book Is Written And Typed, I Go Through The Entire Draft Again.

Every Man Who Has Shown The World The Way To Beauty, To True Culture, Has Been A Rebel, A 'universal' Without Patriotism, Without Home, Who Has Found His People Everywhere.