Fiction—and Poetry And Drama— Cleanse The Doors

There Are Souls, He Thought, Whose Umbilicus Has Never Been Cut. They Never Got Weaned From The Universe. They Do Not Understand Death As An Enemy; They Look Forward To Rotting And Turning Into Humus.

How Can People Be Anything But Ignorant When Knowledge Isn't Saved, Isn't Taught?

The Counsel Of The Dead Is Not Profitable To The Living.

The Question Is Always The Same With A Dragon: Will He Talk With You Or Will He Eat You?

I'm Not A Quester Or A Searcher For The Truth. I Don't Really Think There Is One Answer, So I Never Went Looking For It. My Impulse Is Less Questing And More Playful. I Like Trying On Ideas And Ways Of Life And Religious Approaches. I'm Just Not A Good Candidate For Conversion.