I've Sat Looking Down Into A Volcano

I Still Don't Like The Word Agnostic. It's Too Fancy. I'm Simply Not A Believer. But, As Simple As This Notion Is, It Confuses Some People. Someone Wrote A Wikipedia Entry About Me, Identifying Me As An Atheist Because I'd Said In A Book I Wrote That I Wasn't A Believer. I Guess In A World Uncomfortable With Uncertainty, An Unbeliever Must Be An Atheist, And Possibly An Infidel. This Gets Us Back To That Most Pressing Of Human Questions: Why Do People Worry So Much About Other People's Holding Beliefs Other Than Their Own?

I Find Myself Going To Places Where I Really Have No Business, Speaking To These People In A Whole Other Field That I Have No Extensive Knowledge Of. But I Do It Very Often Because It Scares Me.

Life Is Great-i Wouldn't Know What I'd Do Without It.

The Best Things Said Come Last. People Will Talk For Hours Saying Nothing Much And Then Linger At The Door With Words That Come With A Rush From The Heart.

I Have Thought About Punching People Out. Sometimes, I've Thought, 'why Don't I Just Act On That Impulse?' But Then, I've Never Hit Anybody In Anger. Hey! I've Never Hit Anybody For Fun.