A Man's Greatest Battles Are The Ones

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.

Reading, Therefore, Is A Co-production Between Writer And Reader. The Simplicity Of This Tool Is Astounding. So Little, Yet Out Of It Whole Worlds, Eras, Characters, Continents, People Never Encountered Before, People You Wouldn’t Care To Sit Next To In A Train, People That Don’t Exist, Places You’ve Never Visited, Enigmatic Fates, All Come To Life In The Mind, Painted Into Existence By The Reader’s Creative Powers. In This Way The Creativity Of The Writer Calls Up The Creativity Of The Reader. Reading Is Never Passive.

We Can Still Astonish The Gods In Humanity And Be The Stuff Of Future Legends, If We But Dare To Be Real, And Have The Courage To See That This Is The Time To Dream The Best Dream Of Them All.

The Fact Of Storytelling Hints At A Fundamental Human Unease, Hints At Human Imperfection. Where There Is Perfection There Is No Story To Tell.

Only Those Who Truly Love And Who Are Truly Strong Can Sustain Their Lives As A Dream. You Dwell In Your Own Enchantment. Life Throws Stones At You, But Your Love And Your Dream Change Those Stones Into The Flowers Of Discovery. Even If You Lose, Or Are Defeated By Things, Your Triumph Will Always Be Exemplary. And If No One Knows It, Then There Are Places That Do. People Like You Enrich The Dreams Of The Worlds, And It Is Dreams That Create History. People Like You Are Unknowing Transformers Of Things, Protected By Your Own Fairy-tale, By Love.