I Write Slowly. I Actually Write Quickly,

He Thought About Science, About Faith, About Man. He Thought About How Every Culture, In Every Country, In Every Time, Had Always Shared One Thing. We All Had The Creator. We Used Different Names, Different Faces, And Different Prayers, But God Was The Universal Constant For Man. God Was The Symbol We All Shared...the Symbol Of All The Mysteries Of Life That We Could Not Understand. The Ancients Had Praised God As A Symbol Of Our Limitless Human Potential, But That Ancient Symbol Had Been Lost Over Time. Until Now.

Telling Someone About What A Symbol Means Is Like Telling Someone How Music Should Make Them Feel.

I Love The Gray Area Between Right And Wrong.

The Woman Dashed Up The Staircase Toward The Library's Main Doors. Arriving At The Top Of The Stairs, She Grabbed The Handle And Tried Desperately To Open Each Of The Three Giant Doors. The Library's Closed, Lady. But The Woman Didn't Seem To Care. She Seized One Of The Heavy Ring-shaped Handles, Heaved It Backward, And Let It Fall With A Loud Crash Against The Door. Then She Did It Again. And Again. And Again. Wow, The Homeless Man Thought, She Must Really Need A Book.

Knowledge Grows Exponentially. The More We Know, The Greater Our Ability To Learn, And The Faster We Expand Our Knowledge Base.