My Will Can Control Anything That’s Empty.

But That Is Another Story And Shall Be Told Another Time.

At Certain Junctures In The Course Of Existence, Unique Moments Occur When Everyone And Everything, Even The Most Distant Stars, Combine To Bring About Something That Could Not Have Happened Before And Will Never Happen Again. Few People Know How To Take Advantage Of These Critical Moments, Unfortunately, And They Often Pass Unnoticed. When Someone Does Recognize Them, However, Great Things Happen In The World.

One May Enter The Literary Parlor Via Just About Any Door, Be It The Prison Door, The Madhouse Door, Or The Brothel Door. There Is But One Door One May Not Enter It Through, Which Is The Child Room Door. The Critics Will Never Forgive You Such. The Great Rudyard Kipling Is One Of A Number Of People To Have Suffered From This. I Keep Wondering To Myself What This Peculiar Contempt Towards Anything Related To Childhood Is All About.

Calendars And Clocks Exist To Measure Time, But That Signifies Little Because We All Know That An Hour Can Seem As Eternity Or Pass In A Flash, According To How We Spend It.

Those Who Still Think That Listening Isn’t An Art Should See If They Can Do It Half As Well.