I Started Having Doubts Right On Top

We Hear Nothing So Clearly As What Comes Out Of Silence.

--i Truly And Deeply Wanted To Kill Him. And I Believe I Could Have Done It, With Nothing But My Hands. But All Of A Sudden, Out Of Nowhere, Peter Had An Arm Around Me. "let It Go, Kade," He Was Whispering Very Gently, Though His Arm Was Nearly Crushing Me. "open Your Fists," He Said, "and Let Go Of The Coals.

Fiction Writing Feels More Honest To Me.

Anyone Too Undisciplined, Too Self-righteous Or Too Self-centered To Live In The World As It Is Has A Tendency To Idealize A World Which Ought To Be. But No Matter What Political Or Religious Direction Such Idealists Choose, Their Visions Always Share One Telling Characteristic: In Their Utopias, Heavens Or Brave New Worlds, Their Greatest Personal Weakness Suddenly Appears To Be A Strength.

Our Lack Of Community Is Intensely Painful. A Tv Talk Show Is Not Community. A Couple Of Hours In A Church Pew Each Sabbath Is Not Community. A Multinational Corporation Is Neither A Human Nor A Community, And In The Sweatshops, Defiled Agribusiness Fields, Genetic Mutation Labs, Ecological Dead Zones, The Inhumanity Is Showing. Without Genuine Spiritual Community, Life Becomes A Struggle So Lonely And Grim That Even Hillary Clinton Has Admitted "it Takes A Village".