Believe You Know All The Answers, And

Books Arent Written On Whim Or Promises. Books Are Written On Years Turned Inside Out By Ideas That Never Let Go Until You Get Them In Print, And Even Then Writings A Last Resort, A Desperate Ransom You Pay To Get Your Life Back.

I Have A Way Of Finding What Is True For Me, And It’s Not Finished Yet.

Hell Is A Place, A Time, A Consciousness, In Which There Is No Love.

Cherish Yesterday, Dream Tomorrow, Live Today.

Then Be Sure Of One Thing: The Is Has Imagined It Quite A Bit Better Than You Have. The Original Sin Is To Limit The Is. Don't.