There's A Palace In Your Head, Boy.

In The World Of The Superheroes, Everything Had Value, Potential, Mystery. Any Person, Thing, Or Object Could Be Drafted Into Service In The Struggle Against Darkness And Evil - Remade As A Weapon Or A Warrior Or A Superhero. Even A Little Bee Named Michael - After God's Own Avenging Angel - Could Pitch In To Win The Battle Against Wickedness.

I Thought I Could Capture The Stories Of The City On Paper. I Thought I Could Write About The Horrors Of The City. Horror Stories You See. I Tell You I Didn't Have To Look Far For Material. Everywhere I Looked, There Were Stories Hidden There In The Dark Corners. . . . I Wrote And Still There Were More. . . . No One Would Publish Them. 'too Horrible,' They Said. 'sick Mind,' They Said. I Thought I Could Write About The Horrors Of The City But The Horror Is Too Big And It Goes On Forever.

From Now On, I'm Opting For Ontological Terrorism.

Remember It's All Just A Mirror We Made To See Ourselves In.

Study Yourself The Way A Hunter Studied Prey. Exploit Your Own Weaknesses To Create Desired Changes Within Yourself.