I Don't Feel, God Dictated That I

You're Traveling Through Another Dimension, A Dimension Not Only Of Sight And Sound But Of Mind; A Journey Into A Wondrous Land Whose Boundaries Are That Of Imagination. That's The Signpost Up Ahead—your Next Stop, The Twilight Zone.

You're Looking At A Species Of Flimsy Little Two-legged Animals With Extremely Small Heads Whose Name Is Man...very Tiny Undeveloped Brain; Comes From Primitive Planet Named Earth. Calls Himself 'samuel Conrad'. And He Will Remain Here In His Cage With The Running Water And The Electricity And The Central Heat- As Long As He Lives. Samuel Conrad Has Found The Twilight Zone.

Someplace Between Apathy And Anarchy Is The Stance Of The Thinking Human Being; He Does Embrace A Cause, He Does Take A Position, And Can't Allow It To Become Business As Usual. Humanity Is Our Business.

This Is Not A New World - It Is Simply An Extension Of What Began In The Old One. It Has Patterned Itself After Every Dictator Who Has Ever Planted The Ripping Imprint Of A Boot On The Pages Of History Since The Beginning Of Time. It Has Refinements...technological Advances...and A More Sophisticated Approach To The Destruction Of Human Freedom. But Like Everyone Of The Super-states That Preceded It - It Has One Iron Rule: Logic Is An Enemy And Truth Is A Menace.

I Think The Essence Of The Argument Has Always Been, First Of All, The Guild Doesn't Want Writing On Spec. And That's Been A Major Problem Over The Years. But Obviously, To The Young Writer That's Unfair And It's Discriminatory, And It Can Be Very Hurtful To One's Career.