I Doubt We Will Ever Be Forgiven.

Think Of Any Great Man Or Woman. How Can You Separate Them From The Years In Which They Lived? You Can't. Their Greatness Lies In Their Response To That Moment.

What You People Who Weren't Yet Born Can Never Know Is What It Meant To Sleep In Cities Under Silent Falls Of Snow When All Night Long The Only Sounds You Heard Were Dogs That Parked At Trains That Passed So Far Away They Took A Short Cut Through Your Dreams And No One Even Woke. It Was The War That Changed That. It Was. After The Great War For Civilization - Sleep Was Different Everywhere.

All Of This Happened A Long Time Ago. But Not So Long Ago That Everyone Who Played A Part In It Is Dead. Some Can Still Be Met In Dark Old Rooms With Nurses In Attendance.

There Are No Beginnings, Not Even To Stories. There Are Only Places Where You Make An Entrance Into Someone Else's Life And Either Stay Or Turn And Go Away.

They Waited. The Door Did Not Open. The Rain Did Not Stop. The Darkness Made A Tent And Covered Them Completely.