Stories Have No Point If They Don't

We Seem To Believe It Is Possible To Ward Off Death By Following Rules Of Good Grooming.

He Speaks In Your Voice, American, And There's A Shine In His Eye That's Halfway Hopeful.

World Is Supposed To Mean Something That's Self-contained. But Nothing Is Self-contained.

What We Are Reluctant To Touch Often Seems The Very Fabric Of Our Salvation.

Writers, Some Of Us, May Tend To See Things Before Other People Do, Things That Are Right There But Aren't Noticed In The Way That A Writer Might Notice.