Then In October, Indian Summer, The Air

But Churches Always Have Been The Leading Cause Of The Need For Churches.

At Last The Cold Crept Up My Spine; At Last It Filled Me From Foot To Head; At Last I Grew So Chill And Desolate That All Thought And Pain And Awareness Came To A Standstill. I Wasn't Miserable Anymore: I Wasn't Anything At All. I Was A Nothing-- A Random Configuration Of Molecules. If My Heart Still Beat I Didn't Know It. I Was Aware Of One Thing Only; Next To The Gaping Fact Called Death, All I Knew Was Nothing, All I Did Meant Nothing, All I Felt Conveyed Nothing. This Was No Passing Thought. It Was A Gnawing, Palpable Emptiness More Real Than The Cold.

The Principles That Will Save Earth's Life Are The Same Principles That Save The Living Souls Of Humans: Ineluctable Spiritual Principles.

And So I Learned What Solitude Really Was. It Was Raw Material - Awesome, Malleable,older Than Men Or Worlds Or Water. And It Was Merciless - For It Let A Man Become Precisely What He Alone Made Of Himself.

I Started Having Doubts Right On Top Of My Certainty.