Loneliness Becomes An Acid That Eats Away

Fate Seems To Be Taking Me In Some Even Stranger Directions.

When I Start To Write, I Don't Have Any Plan At All. I Just Wait For The Story To Come.

I Am Nothing. I’m Like Someone Who’s Been Thrown Into The Ocean At Night, Floating All Alone. I Reach Out, But No One Is There. I Call Out, But No One Answers. I Have No Connection To Anything.

My Shadow Is Only Half Of What It Should Be." "everyone Has Their Shortcomings.

Most People Are Not Looking For Provable Truths. As You Said, Truth Is Often Accompanied By Intense Pain, And Almost No One Is Looking For Painful Truths. What People Need Is Beautiful, Comforting Stories That Make Them Feel As If Their Lives Have Some Meaning. Which Is Where Religion Comes From.