She Was A Sea: And I Had

She Was A Sea: And I Had To Swim In Her.

Well, Here He Was. They Could Save Each Other, The Way The Poets Promised Lovers Should. He Was Mystery, He Was Darkness, He Was All She Had Dreamed Of. And If She Would Only Free Him He Would Service Her - Oh Yes - Until Her Pleasure Reached That Threshold That, Like All Thresholds, Was A Place Where The Strong Grew Stronger, And The Weak Perished. Pleasure Was Pain There, And Vice Versa. And He Knew It Well Enough To Call It Home.

I Want To Be Remembered As An Imaginer, Someone Who Used His Imagination As A Way To Journey Beyond The Limits Of Self, Beyond The Limits Of Flesh And Blood, Beyond The Limits Of Even Perhaps Life Itself, In Order To Discover Some Sense Of Order In What Appears To Be A Disordered Universe. I'm Using My Imagination To Find Meaning, Both For Myself And, I Hope, For My Readers."-clive Barker

But I Think Humans Are Innately Religious As A Species, So You Don't Need A Specific Excuse For Examining The Perversely Unholy.

Perhaps A Wiser Eye Than Hers Would Be Able To Read Tomorrow In Tonight's Stars, But Where Was The Fun In That? It Was Better Not To Know. Better To Be Alive In The Here And The Now--in This Bright, Laughing Moment--and Let The Hours To Come Take Care Of Themselves.