It Is A General Rule That When

From Borrowing One Gets Poorer And From Work One Gets Richer.

I Know As A Writer How Valuable A Tool Is The Wastebasket. Perhaps God Throws Away Many Experiments Before He Finds The Right Expression. Perhaps We Are The Discards - Or We Could Be The Part He Keeps. This Mystery Is What Keeps Us All Going, To See What Happens In The Next Chapter.

Various Philosophers And Religious Leaders Tried To Convince Their Disciples And Followers That Animals Are Nothing More Than Machines Without A Soul, Without Feelings. However, Anyone Who Has Ever Lived With An Animal-be It A Dog, A Bird, Or Even A Mouse-knows That This Theory Is A Brazen Lie, Invented To Justify Cruelty.

While The Poet Entertains He Continues To Search For Eternal Truths, For The Essence Of Being. In His Own Fashion He Tries To Solve The Riddle Of Time And Change, To Find An Answer To Suffering, To Reveal Love In The Very Abyss Of Cruelty And Injustice. Strange As These Words May Sound I Often Play With The Idea That When All The Social Theories Collapse And Wars And Revolutions Leave Humanity In Utter Gloom, The Poet--whom Plato Banned From His Republic--may Rise Up To Save Us All.

A Good Writer Is Basically A Story Teller, Not A Scholar Or A Redeemer Of Mankind.