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While I Was Chained To A Wall And Being Tortured, I Realized, Through The Screaming Of My Mind, That Even In That Shackled, Bloody Helplessness, I Was Still Free: Free To Hate The Men Who Were Torturing Me, Or To Forgive Them. It Doesn't Sound Like Much, I Know. But In The Flinch And Bite Of The Chain, When It's All You've Got, That Freedom Is A Universe Of Possibility. And The Choice You Make Between Hating And Forgiving, Can Become The Story Of Your Life.

The Touch Was Exactly What The Touch Of A Lover's Hand Should Be: Familiar, Yet Exciting As A Whispered Promise. I Felt An Almost Irresistible Urge To Take Her Hand And Place It Flat Against My Chest, Near My Heart. Maybe I Should've Done It. I Know Now That She Would've Laughed, If I'd Done It, And She Would've Liked Me For It. But Strangers That We Were Then, We Stood For Five Long Seconds And Held The Stare, While All The Parallel Worlds, All The Parallel Lives That Might've Been, And Never Would Be, Whirled Around Us.

Do You Know The Story Of The Scorpion And The Frog? You Know, The Frog Agrees To Carry The Scorpion Across The River, Because The Scorpion Promises Not To Sting Him. And Then The Scorpion Stings The Frog, Half Way Across The River. The Drowning Frog Asks Him Why He Did It, When They'll Both Drown, And The Scorpion Says That He's A Scorpion, And It's His Nature To Sting.

The World Is Run By One Million Evil Men, Ten Million Stupid Men, And A Hundred Million Cowards.

Of Course I Wanted To Know. I Was A Writer. I Wanted To Know Everything.