Whipping Is Fifty Percent Show And Noise.

As If It Were Our Very Birthright, Which We Could Not Come To Grasp The Meaning Of Until This Time Of Middle Life When We Looked On Only As Many Years Ahead As Already Lay Behind Us.

I'm Always Looking, And I'm Always Asking Questions.

My Heart Right Now Is Totally Connected To A Book Called The Servant Of The Bones, Which Is Not In Any Way Connected With Vampires Or Witches. It's About A New Hero, A Ghost, Who Really Doesn't Particularly Like The Job That He's Been Given. I'm In Love With This Hero And In Love With His Dilemma.

Ignore Any Loss Of Nerve, Ignore Any Loss Of Self-confidence, Ignore Any Doubt Or Confusion. Move On Believing In Love, In Peace, And Harmony, And In Great Accomplishment. Remember Joy Isn't A Stranger To You. You Are Winning And You Are Strong. Love. Love First, Love Always, Love Forever.

But I Still Did Not Realize How Mad She Was, And How Accustomed To Dreaming; And That She Would Not Cry Out For Reality, Rather Would Feed Reality To Her Dreams, A Demon Elf Feeding Her Spinning Wheel With The Reeds Of The World So She Might Make Her Own Weblike Universe.