We Write To Know We Are Not

We Are The Slaves Of Slaves

Here I Am Going To Say Something Which May Come As A Bit Of A Shock. God Doesn't Necessarily Want Us To Be Happy. He Wants Us To Be Lovable. Worthy Of Love. Able To Be Loved By Him. We Don't Start Off Being All That Lovable, If We're Honest. What Makes People Hard To Love? Isn't It What Is Commonly Called Selfishness? Selfish People Are Hard To Love Because So Little Love Comes Out Of Them.

All The Fear In The World, And The Violence That Comes From The Fear, And The Hatred That Comes From The Violence, And The Lonliness That Comes From The Hatred. All The Unhappiness, All The Cruelty, It Gathers Like Clouds In The Air, And Grows Dark And Cold And Heavy, And Falls Like Grey Snow In Thick Layers Over The Land. Then The World Is Muffled And Numb, And No One Can Hear Each Other Or Feel Each Other. Think How Sad And Lonely That Must Be.

My Study Is A Converted Garage Which Is Largely Lined With Bookshelves And Cardboard Boxes Filled With Manuscripts Of My Film Scripts, Plays And Books.

Self-sufficiency Is The Enemy Of Salvation. If You Are Self-sufficient, You Have No Need Of God. If You Have No Need Of God, You Do Not Seek Him. If You Do Not Seek Him, You Will Not Find Him.