I Am Not Ashamed To Admit That

The Storyteller And Poet Of Our Time, As In Any Other Time, Must Be An Entertainer Of The Spirit In The Full Sense Of The Word, Not Just A Preacher Of Social Or Political Ideals. There Is No Paradise For Bored Readers And No Excuse For Tedious Literature That Does Not Intrigue The Reader, Uplift Him, Give Him The Joy And The Escape That True Art Always Grants.

I Was Brought Up To Believe In Free Will. Although I Came To Doubt All Revelation, I Can Never Accept The Idea That The Universe Is A Physical Or Chemical Accident, A Result Of Blind Evolution. Even Though I Learned To Recognize The Lies, The Clichés And The Idolatries Of The Human Mind, I Still Cling To Some Truths Which I Think All Of Us Might Accept Some Day.

In The Half Darkness I Winked To My Other Self, My Mad Dictator, And Congratulated Him On His Droll Victory. I Closed My Eyes And Felt The Warmth Flowing From Shosha's Head To My Face. What Did I Have To Lose? Nothing More Than What Everyone Loses Anyway.

There Is No Death. How Can There Be Death If Everything Is Part Of The Godhead? The Soul Never Dies And The Body Is Never Really Alive.

The More You See What Other People Do, The More You Learn About Yourself.