The Law Is Simple. Every Experience Is

Beware Of The Stories You Read Or Tell; Subtly, At Night, Beneath The Waters Of Consciousness, They Are Altering Your World.

There Is A Kind Of Expressed Love Which Is Easy To Subvert. When A Figure Is Loved For Their Deeds, Their Conquests, Their Heroism, Their Goodness, Their Love Of The People, These Are Easy Enough To Destroy... But There Is A Kind Of Love Which Is Felt For Apparently No Reason... A Love, Inspired, It Seems, By The Gods, Which It Is Impossible To Fight, Distort, Destroy, Or Weaken. In Fact, The Attempts To Destroy Such Loves Only Strengthen Them. And To Do Nothing Allows Them To Continue To Grow At Their Natural Pace, Inexoribly, Till This Love Becomes A Wide And Silent Adoration.

The Nigerian Storyteller Ben Okri Says That ‘in A Fractured Age, When Cynicism Is God, Here Is A Possible Heresy: We Live By Stories, We Also Live In Them. One Way Or Another We Are Living The Stories Planted In Us Early Or Along The Way, Or We Are Also Living The Stories We Planted — Knowingly Or Unknowingly — In Ourselves. We Live Stories That Either Give Our Lives Meaning Or Negate It With Meaninglessness. If We Change The Stories We Live By, Quite Possibly We Change Our Lives.’

An Inner Darkness Is Darker Than An Outer Darkness.

I'm Conscious Of A Series Of Circles Working Its Way Through My Life. And At This Particular Moment I Have Come Round To The Beginning Of My Writing Cycle. It Begins With Poetry. There's Hardly A Day That Goes Past On Which I Don't Write Poetry.