There's A Unique Bond Of Trust Between

The Love Of Violence Is An Aspect Of Our Humanity. Even The Weak Wish To Be Strong Primarily So They Can Wield The Whip.

Sometimes ... Dreams Are All That Separate Us From The Machines.

I Despair At The Rise Of Modern Violence. I Truly Give In To Despair At Times, That Deep, Futureless Pit Of Despair.... I Watch The American Slaughterhouse, The Casual Attacks On Popes, Presidents, And Uncounted Others, And I Wonder If There Are Many More Out There With The Ability Or If Butchery Has Simply Become The Modern Way Of Life.

To See And Feel One's Beloved Naked For The First Time Is One Of Life's Pure, Irreducible Epiphanies. If There Is A True Religion In The Universe, It Must Include That Truth Of Contact Or Be Forever Hollow. To Make Love To The One True Person Who Deserves That Love Is One Of The Few Absolute Rewards Of Being A Human Being, Balancing All Of The Pain, Loss, Awkwardness, Loneliness, Idiocy, Compromise, And Clumsiness That Go With The Human Condition. To Make Love To The Right Person Makes Up For A Lot Of Mistakes.

I Now Understand The Need For Faith - Pure, Blind, Fly-in-the-face-of-reason Faith - As A Small Life Preserver In The Wild And Endless Sea Of A Universe Ruled By Unfeeling Laws And Totally Indifferent To The Small, Reasoning Beings That Inhabit It.