That Process By Which You Become A

I Hear The Birds Singing. Listen. I Hear Them In Their Cage. The Others-all Our Kind Who Know Of Her-they Think Of Her As Heartless, But She Wasn't Heartless. She Was Only Aware Of Things Which I Didn't Learn Till So Many Decades Had Passed. She Knew Secrets That Only Suffering Can Teach.

I Lived Like A Man Who Wanted To Die But Who Had No Courage To Do It Himself.

There Was No Point In Waiting Until The Next World. You Had To Do Everything Now, Every Kind Of Sin.

When We Love And Want Nothing But Good For That Person, It's One Of The Greatest Gifts We Possess.

And What Constitutes Evil, Real Evil, Is The Taking Of A Single Human Life. Whether A Man Would Die Tomorrow Or The Day After Or Eventually... It Doesn't Matter. Because If God Does Not Exist, Then Life... Every Second Of It... Is All We Have.