Why Do I Write? I Guess That's

There Is A Fifth Dimension, Beyond That Which Is Known To Man. It Is A Dimension As Vast As Space And As Timeless As Infinity. It Is The Middle Ground Between Light And Shadow, Between Science And Superstition.

Someplace Between Apathy And Anarchy Is The Stance Of The Thinking Human Being; He Does Embrace A Cause, He Does Take A Position, And Can't Allow It To Become Business As Usual. Humanity Is Our Business.

Infinitely More Taboos, On Television.

I Think The Destiny Of All Men Is Not To Sit In The Rubble Of Their Own Making But To Reach Out For An Ultimate Perfection Which Is To Be Had. At The Moment, It Is A Dream. But As Of The Moment We Clasp Hands With Our Neighbor, We Build The First Span To Bridge The Gap Between The Young And The Old. At This Hour, It’s A Wish. But We Have It Within Our Power To Make It A Reality. If You Want To Prove That God Is Not Dead, First Prove That Man Is Alive.

I'm A Western-cultured Man Who Subscribes To The Ancient Saw That Men Do Not Cry, I Don't Cry Either. I'll Go To A Movie, For Example, And Not Infrequently Something Triggers The Urge To Weep, But I Don't Allow Myself.