Let The Jagged Edge Of Sobriety Be

In A World Of Monotonous Horror There Could Be No Salvation In Wild Dreaming.

No Longer Will You Be A Weird Robinson Crusoe, Imprisoned On An Island Of Night Surrounded By Oceans Of Death.

Failures Plagued Me. Things I Had Omitted Or Ignored, Neglected. What I Should Have Given And Hadn’t. I Felt The Biting Pang Of Every Unfulfillment.

I Could Never Write About Strange Kingdoms. I Could Never Do Harry Potter Or Anything Like That. Even When I Did Science-fiction, I Didnt Write About Foreign Planets And Distant Futures. I Certainly Never Did Fantasies About Trolls Living Under Bridges.

There We Will, I Pray, Remain And Learn And Grow Until The Time When We Will Rise Together To The Ultimate Heights, Changing In Appearance But Never In Devotion, Sharing The Transcendent Glory Of Our Love Through All Eternity.