Meaning Grows In The Mind, But The

And I Knew That It Was Better To Live Out One's Absurdity Than To Die For That Of Others.

Injustice Wears Ever The Same Harsh Face Wherever It Shows Itself.

The End Is In The Beginning And Lies Far Ahead.

By And Large, The Critics And Readers Gave Me An Affirmed Sense Of My Identity As A Writer. You Might Know This Within Yourself, But To Have It Affirmed By Others Is Of Utmost Importance. Writing Is, After All, A Form Of Communication.

Who Knows But That, On The Lower Frequencies, I Speak For You?