Full Circle. A New Terror

Everyone Has Something To Hide. And If They Couldn't Hide It The World Would Be In A Lot Worse Mess Than It Is.

I Think We're Yearning For Something Beyond The Every Day. And I Will Tell You That I Don't Believe In The Supernatural, I Believe In The Supernormal. To Me There Is Nothing That Goes Against Nature. If It Seems Incomprehensible, It's Because We Haven't Been Able To Understand It Yet.

Normalcy Was A Majority Concept, The Standard Of Many And Not The Standard Of Just One Man.

He Pretended It Was The Only Thing That Kept Him From It. But, Far Back In His Mind, He Wondered If He Could Write Anything. Often The Question Threw Itself At Him When He Was Least Expecting It. You Have Four Hours Every Morning, The Statement Would Rise Like A Menacing Wraith. You Have Time To Write Many Thousands Of Words. Why Don't You? And The Answer Was Always Lost In A Tangle Of Becauses And Wells And Endless Reasons That He Clung To Like A Drowning Man At Straws.

Each Memory Was Brought To Life Before Me And Within Me. I Could Not Avoid Them. Neither Could I Rationalize, Explain Away. I Could Only Re-experience With Total Cognizance, Unprotected By Pretense. Self Delusion Was Impossible, Truth Exposed In This Blinding Light. Nothing As I Thought It Had Been. Nothing As I Hoped It Had Been. Only As It Had Been.