The Magician And The Politician Have Much

We Have Fallen Into This Very Mean Description Of Humanity. Naturalism In Fiction Is Too Reductive In Its Definition Of Human Beings.

We Disliked The Rigours Of Existence, The Unfulfilled Longings, The Enshrined Injustices Of The World, The Labyrinths Of Love, The Ignorance Of Parents, The Fact Of Dying, And The Amazing Indifference Of The Living In The Midst Of The Simple Beauties Of The Universe. We Feared The Heartlessness Of Human Beings, All Of Whom Are Born Blind, Few Of Whom Ever Learn To See.

It Is Easy To Forget How Mysterious And Mighty Stories Are. They Do Their Work In Silence, Invisibly. They Work With All The Internal Materials Of Your Mind And Self. They Become Part Of You While Changing You. Beware The Stories You Read Or Tell; Subtly, At Night, Beneath The Waters Of Consciousness, They Are Altering Your World.

When You Stop Inventing Reality Then You See Things As They Really Are.

The Greatest Religions Convert The World Through Stories.