Sometimes ... Dreams Are All That Separate

It No Longer Matters Who Consider Themselves The Masters Of Events. Events No Longer Obey Their Masters.

I Loved You Backward And Forward In Time. I Loved You Beyond Boundaries Of Time And Space.

It's One Of The Strangest Attributes Of This Profession That When We Writers Get Exhausted Writing One Thing, We Relax By Writing Another.

Pain And Darkness Have Been Our Lot Since The Fall Of Man. But There Must Be Some Hope That We Can Rise To A Higher Level ... That Consciousness Can Evolve To A Plane More Benevolent Than Its Counterpoint Of A Universe Hardwired To Indifference.

Its Hard To Die. Harder To Live