It's Not The Gods But Our Own

I Tend To Follow A Scattershot Approach To Reading A Lot Of Very Diverse Subjects Interest Me, And I'm Quite Happy To Read Stuff On Any Of Them.

Behind Every Door On Every Ordinary Street, In Every Hut In Every Ordinary Village In This Middling Planet Of A Trivial Star, Such Riches Are To Be Found. The Strange Journeys We Undertake On Our Earthly Pilgrimage, The Joy And Suffering We Taste Or Confer, The Chance Events That Leave Us Together Or Apart, What A Complex Trace They Leave: So Personal As To Be Almost Incommunicable, So Fugitive As To Be Almost Irrecoverable.

Is It Not Love That Knows How To Make Smooth Things Rough And Rough Things Smooth?

I Am Certainly Not Allergic To Causes - Particularly On Subjects Such As Religious Intolerance.

Dear Though The Reader Might Be, I'd Be Silly To Cater To What The Reader Wanted.