Perhaps It Is A Human Thing, To

Feeling At Peace, However Fragilely, Made It Easy To Slip Into The Visionary End Of The Dark-sight. The Rose Shadows Said That They Loved The Sun, But That They Also Loved The Dark, Where Their Roots Grew Through The Lightless Mystery Of The Earth. The Roses Said: You Do Not Have To Choose.

...like A Grain Of Sand That Gets Into An Oyster's Shell. What If The Grain Doesn't Want To Become A Pearl? Is It Ever Asked To Climb Out Quietly And Take Up Its Old Position As A Bit Of Ocean Floor?

It Was Too Important A Matter, This Talking To People, And Listening To Them, To Do It Lightly Or Often.

It Goes Something Like 'there Are A Lot Of Ways To Be Yourself.

I Advise Those Who Want To Become Writers To Study Veterinary Medicine, Which Is Easier. You Don't Want To Be A Writer Unless You Have No Choice - And If You Have No Choice, Good Luck To You.