When You Think Night And Day And

A Summer Rain Had Left The Night Clean And Sparkling With Drops Of Water. I Leaned Against The End Pillar Of The Gallery, My Head Touching The Soft Tendrils Of A Jasmine Which Grew There In A Constant Battle With A Wisteria, And I Thought Of What Lay Before Me Throughout The World And Throughout Time, And Resolved To Go About It Delicately And Reverently, Learning That From Each Thing Which Would Take Me Best To Another.

And I Realized That I’d Tolerated Him This Long Because Of Self-doubt.

And What Constitutes Evil, Real Evil, Is The Taking Of A Single Human Life. Whether A Man Would Die Tomorrow Or The Day After Or Eventually... It Doesn't Matter. Because If God Does Not Exist, Then Life... Every Second Of It... Is All We Have.

To Write Something, You Have To Risk Making A Fool Of Yourself.

But The Sky Was Never Quite The Same Shade Of Blue Again.