All Of Us Have A Path To

I Felt Puny And Absurd, A Ludicrous Midget. Easy Enough To Talk Of Soul And Spirit And Existential Worth, But Not When You're Three Feet Tall.

There We Will, I Pray, Remain And Learn And Grow Until The Time When We Will Rise Together To The Ultimate Heights, Changing In Appearance But Never In Devotion, Sharing The Transcendent Glory Of Our Love Through All Eternity.

After A While, Though, Even The Deepest Sorrow Faltered, Even The Most Penetrating Despair Lost Its Scalpel Edge.

I Had To Write About Realistic Circumstances. Thats The Way My Brain Works. And I Think That Gave Me A Sort Of Place In The Field.

Not Only Did I Rediscover Every Experience Of My Life, I Had To Live Each Unfulfilled Desire As Well—as Though They’d Been Fulfilled. I Saw That What Transpires In The Mind Is Just As Real As Any Flesh And Blood Occurrence. What Had Only Been Imagination In Life, Now Became Tangible, Each Fantasy A Full Reality. I Lived Them All—while, At The Same Time, Standing To The Side, A Witness To Their, Often, Intimate Squalor. A Witness Cursed With Total Objectivity.