I Think You're All Mad. But That's

Let It Go On Record That Any Confusion Arose Simply Because We Lacked Certain Commonalities Of Reference.

Why Did Men Worship In Churches, Locking Themselves Away In The Dark, When The World Lay Beyond Its Doors In All Its Real Glory?

There Are Few Joys To Compare With The Telling Of A Well-told Tale.

We Call Them Faerie. We Don't Believe In Them. Our Loss.

I Don't Know What's Waiting For Us When We Die--something Better, Something Worse. I Only Know I'm Not Ready To Find Out Yet.