Write As Well As You Can And

You Make Something From Things That Have Happened And From Things That Exist And From All Things That You Know And All Those You Cannot Know, And You Make Something Through Your Invention That Is Truer Than Anything True And Alive, And If You Make It Well Enough, You Give It Immortality.

I Belong To This Notebook And This Pencil.

You Did Not Kill The Fish Only To Keep Alive And To Sell For Food, He Thought. You Killed Him For Pride And Because You Are A Fisherman. You Loved Him When He Was Alive And You Loved Him After. If You Love Him, It Is Not A Sin To Kill Him. Or Is It More?

Later He Had Seen The Things That He Could Never Think Of And Later Still He Had Seen Much Worse.

Hail Nothing Full Of Nothing, Nothing Is With Thee.