I Think It Does, A Little, Hurt

Nothing Is Ever The Same As They Said It Was.

Everything Is So Superb And Breathtaking. I Am Creeping Forward On My Belly Like They Do In War Movies.

We Stand On A Precipice, Then Before A Chasm, And As We Wait It Becomes Higher, Wider, Deeper, But I Am Crazy Enough To Think It Doesn't Matter Which Way We Leap Because When We Leap We Will Have Learned To Fly. Is That Blasphemy Or Faith?

What I'm Trying To Describe Is That It's Impossible To Get Out Of Your Skin Into Somebody Else's.... That Somebody Else's Tragedy Is Not The Same As Your Own.

The World Is Full Of Fictional Characters Looking For Their Stories