The Waste Basket Is The Writer's Best

Every Body Resisted (the Slaughterer) In Its Own Fashion, Tried To Escape And Seemed To Argue With The Creator To Its Last Breath.

From Borrowing One Gets Poorer And From Work One Gets Richer.

It Is Written, Better To Be A Fool All Your Days Than For One Hour To Be Evil. You Are Not A Fool. They Are The Fools. For He Who Causes His Neighbor To Feel Shame Loses Paradise Himself.

There Is No Death. How Can There Be Death If Everything Is Part Of The Godhead? The Soul Never Dies And The Body Is Never Really Alive.

I Know As A Writer How Valuable A Tool Is The Wastebasket. Perhaps God Throws Away Many Experiments Before He Finds The Right Expression. Perhaps We Are The Discards - Or We Could Be The Part He Keeps. This Mystery Is What Keeps Us All Going, To See What Happens In The Next Chapter.