The Days Are Stacked Against What We

We Are All One. When We Allow Ourselves To Become Aware Of This Statement In Its Purest Form, We Open The Doors To Reveal The Oneness Of Being. Using The Process Of Conscious Evolution We Begin To Recognise Our True Underlying Identity, For Once We Have Glimpsed The Existence Of This Realm, We Then Begin To Reveal What It Is . . . . Our True Natural State.

The Old Fun Thing Is When Somebody Typed Up The First Chapter Of War And Peace. And Then Made A Precis Of The Rest Of It And Sent It Out And Only One Publisher Recognized It.

I Was A Dog On A Short Chain / And Now There's No Chain.

I Remember My Grandfather Telling Me How Each Of Us Must Live With A Full Measure Of Loneliness That Is Inescapable, And We Must Not Destroy Ourselves With Our Passion To Escape The Aloneness.

As An English Major I Was Familiar With The Stories Of Dozens Of Writers Trying To Get Their Work Done Among The Multifarious Diversions Of The World And The Hurdles Of Their Own Vices. A Professor Had Said That What Saved Writers Is That They, Like Politicians, Had The Illusion Of Destiny That Allowed Them To Overcome Obstacles No Matter How Nominal Their Work.