All Of Us Have A Path To

That's What Was Wrong With Drinking Too Much. You Became Immune To Drunken Delights. There Was No Solace In Liquor. Before You Got Happy, You Collapsed.

Full Circle. A New Terror Born In Death, A New Superstition Entering The Unassailable Fortress Of Forever. I Am Legend.

And, Before Science Had Caught Up With The Legend, The Legend Had Swallowed Science And Everything.

He Stood There For A Moment Looking Around The Silent Room, Shaking His Head Slowly. All These Books, He Thought, The Residue Of A Planet’s Intellect, The Scrapings Of Futile Minds, The Leftovers, The Potpourri Of Artifacts That Had No Power To Save Men From Perishing.

If You Go Too Far In Fantasy And Break The String Of Logic, And Become Nonsensical, Someone Will Surely Remind You Of Your Dereliction....pound For Pound, Fantasy Makes A Tougher Opponent For The Creative Person.