She Feels And She Cries. It Is

I Love The Process Of Being Alone In A Room.

All Of Us Started Normal. All Of Us Started Out As Functioning Human Beings With The Potential To Do Almost Anything We Wanted, But Somewhere Along The Paths Of Our Lives, We Got Lost.

When I See You, The World Stops. It Stops And All That Exists For Me Is You And My Eyes Staring At You. There's Nothing Else. No Noise, No Other People, No Thoughts Or Worries, No Yesterday, No Tomorrow. The World Just Stops, And It Is A Beautiful Place, And There Is Only You.

The Bible Was Written Two Thousand Years Ago. The World Is A Different Place Now. Stories That Had Meaning Then Are Meaningless Now. Beliefs That Might Have Been Valid Then Are Invalid Now. Those Books Should Be Looked At In The Same Way We Look At Anything Of That Age With Interest With An Acknowledgement Of The Historical Importance But They Should Not Be Thought Of As Anything That Has Any Value.

What Someone Calls My Books Is Irrelevant To Me. I Consider Them Works Of Art And Rules And Categories And Labels Mean Nothing.