I Like Mainly To Be Invisible, To

When I'm Writing, The Darkness Is Always There. I Go Where The Pain Is.

A Summer Rain Had Left The Night Clean And Sparkling With Drops Of Water. I Leaned Against The End Pillar Of The Gallery, My Head Touching The Soft Tendrils Of A Jasmine Which Grew There In A Constant Battle With A Wisteria, And I Thought Of What Lay Before Me Throughout The World And Throughout Time, And Resolved To Go About It Delicately And Reverently, Learning That From Each Thing Which Would Take Me Best To Another.

Whipping Is Fifty Percent Show And Noise.

Because I Show You My Pain, I Do Not Of Necessity Love You.

It Is Tragic That Many In America Think Of Us - Christians - As Being People Who Hate Others.