Sometimes Dreams Show Me That My Writing

And My Heart Beat Faster For The Mountains Of Eastern Europe, Finally, Beat Faster For The One Hope That Somewhere We Might Find In That Primitive Countryside The Answer To Why Under God This Suffering Was Allowed To Exist - Why Under God It Was Allowed To Begin, And How Under God It Might Be Ended. I Had Not The Courage To End It, I Knew, Without That Answer.

Evil Is Just A Point Of View

A Summer Rain Had Left The Night Clean And Sparkling With Drops Of Water. I Leaned Against The End Pillar Of The Gallery, My Head Touching The Soft Tendrils Of A Jasmine Which Grew There In A Constant Battle With A Wisteria, And I Thought Of What Lay Before Me Throughout The World And Throughout Time, And Resolved To Go About It Delicately And Reverently, Learning That From Each Thing Which Would Take Me Best To Another.

It Struck Me, Sharp And Hard, That I Had Been Given So Many Chances To Save My Soul That My Entire Life Had Been Constructed Around These Chances! That Was My Nature - Going From Temptation To Temptation, Not To Sin, But To Be Redeemed.

I'm Usually Working On My Own Mythology, My Own Realm Of Created Characters. Stories In Mythology Inspire Me, Though I May Not Be Conscious Of It.