As A Matter Of Fact

The Problem With Evil People Is That They Can See Only Evil In Others. It Is One Of The Worst Curses Of Being Evil, That You Can No Longer Experience Good.

Does It Matter, When You Read, If The Person Who Wrote Still Lives?

But It Turns Out That People Who Are Grounded And Secure Don't Change Much Under Stress. That's What Being Grounded Means.

But There's The Paradox Of Fiction - Why Do You Cry When A Fake Character Dies? It's The Basis Of Art. You Engage With People Who Don't Exist And Care About Them As You Would Your Friends And Relatives.

It's Part Of What We Call The Shadow, All The Dark Parts Of Us We Can't Face. It's The Thing That, If We Don't Deal With It, Eventually Poisons Our Lives.