Every Real Story Is A Never Ending

People? People Have Been Obsolete For Years, They've Made The World A Place Where There's No Room Left For Their Own Kind.

Wishes Cannot Be Summoned Up Or Kept Away At Will. They Come From Deeper Within Us Than Good Or Bad Intentions. And They Spring Up Unannounced.

But That Is Another Story And Shall Be Told Another Time.

No Architect Troubled To Design Houses That Suited People Who Were To Live In Them, Because That Would Have Meant Building A Whole Range Of Different Houses. It Was Far Cheaper And, Above All, Timesaving To Make Them Identical.

I Wonder, What's In A Book While It's Closed. Oh, I Know It's Full Of Letters Printed On Paper, But All The Same, Something Must Be Happening, Because As Soon As I Open It, There's A Whole Story With People I Don't Know Yet And All Kinds Of Adventures, Deeds And Battles. And Sometimes There Are Storms At Sea, Or It Takes You To Strange Cities And Countries. All Those Things Are Somehow Shut In A Book. Of Course You Have To Read It To Find Out. But It's Already There, That's The Funny Thing. I Just Wish I Knew How It Could Be.