True Joy Is A Profound Remembering; And

I Want To Be Remembered As An Imaginer, Someone Who Used His Imagination As A Way To Journey Beyond The Limits Of Self, Beyond The Limits Of Flesh And Blood, Beyond The Limits Of Even Perhaps Life Itself, In Order To Discover Some Sense Of Order In What Appears To Be A Disordered Universe. I'm Using My Imagination To Find Meaning, Both For Myself And, I Hope, For My Readers."-clive Barker

Darkness Always Had Its Part To Play. Without It, How Would We Know When We Walked In The Light? It’s Only When Its Ambitions Become Too Grandiose That It Must Be Opposed, Disciplined, Sometimes—if Necessary—brought Down For A Time. Then It Will Rise Again, As It Must.

Of Course It’s The Apparently Tranquil Periods That Deceive Us. Though Our Instruments Or Our Senses Or Our Wits May Not Be Able To See The Processes That Are Leading Toward These Clusters Of Events, They’re Happening. The Star, The Wheel, The Butterfly—all Are In A Subtle State Of Unrest, Waiting For The Moment When Some Invisible Mechanism Signals That The Time Has Come. Then The Star Explodes; The Wheel Makes Poor Men Rich; The Butterfly Mates And Dies.

I'm A Poet,' The Young Man Said, 'and It's My Job To Remember The Sadness Of Things.

Your Flesh Is Killing Your Spirit. You Have Forsaken Yourself.