Oh, If The Moon Only Had A

The Finest Thing Under The Sun And Moon Is The Human Soul. I Marvel At The Small Miracles Of Kindness That Pass Between Humans, I Marvel At The Growth Of Conscience, At The Persistence Of Reason In The Face Of All Superstition Or Despair. I Marvel At Human Endurance.

The Atheism And Nihilism Of My Earlier Years Now Seems Shallow, And Even A Bit Cocky.

It Was Over Now, And The Meaningless World Was Tolerable And Need Not Be Explained. And Never Would It Be, And How Foolish I Had Ever Been To Think So.

We Have To Become Saints. We Have To Become Like Christ. Anything Less Is Simply Not Enough.

I'm Fascinated By Almost Any Mythology That I Can Get My Hands On...