The Supernatural World Has Always Been More

It Is Tragic That Many In America Think Of Us - Christians - As Being People Who Hate Others.

I Claim Dickens As A Mentor. He's My Teacher. He's One Of My Driving Forces.

In A Way He Made Me Think Of A Child Doll, With Briliant Faintly Red-brown Glass Eyes - A Doll That Had Been Found In An Attic. I Wanted To Polish Him With Kisses, Clean Him Up, Make Him Evevn More Radiant Than He Was. "that's What You Always Want," He Said Softly... "when You Found Me Under Les Innocents," He Said, "you Wanted To Bathe Me With Perfume And Dress Me In Velvevt With Great Embroidered Sleeves." "yes," I Said, "and Comb Your Hair, Your Beautiful Russet Hair." My Tone Was Angry. "you Look Good To Me, You Damnable Little Devil, Good To Embrace And Good To Love.

I Was Influenced By The Medieval Theological Beliefs When I Presented Satan In Jesus' Dream As Unable To Figure Out Who Or What Jesus Is, And Unable To See The Future.

Louis: You See That Old Woman? That Will Never Happen To You. You Will Never Grow Old, And You Will Never Die. Claudia: And It Means Something Else Too, Doesn't It? I Shall Never Ever Grow Up.