Life Was A Storm To Wander Through.

I Do Think That The Kind Of Writing That I Do Will Always Be Around And Printed In Books, Magazines, And Now Blogs.

We Do Not Fight For The Real But For Shadows We Make. A Flag Is A Piece Of Cloth And A Word Is A Sound, But We Make Them Something Neither Cloth Nor A Sound, Totems Of Love And Hate, Black Sorcery-stones.

I Tried To Think Of My Knowledge, But It Was A Squirrel's Heap Of Winter Nuts. There Was No Strength In My Knowledge Any More And I Felt Small And Naked As A New-hatched Bird.

Life Was A Storm To Wander Through.

Grant Us A Common Faith That We Shall Know Bread And Peace-that We Shall Know Justice And Righteousness, Freedom And Security, An Equal Opportunity And An Equal Chance To Do Our Best Not Only In Our Own Lands, But Throughout The World. And In That Faith Let Us March Toward The Clean World Our Hands Can Make.