I Have Always Preferred Maps

As For Reading, I Wish I Had A Magic Door To A Library Where I Could Go In, Read For Days And Days, And Come Back In The Same Minute I Left. I'm Still Looking For The Door.

One Cannot Pass By Without Thinking Of The Density Of Men In The Ground.

I Remain Thankful To God For All His Mercies.

As Many Truths As Men. Occasionally, I Glimpse A Truer Truth, Hiding In Imperfect Simulacrums Of Itself, But As I Approach, It Bestirs Itself & Moves Deeper Into The Thorny Swamp Of Dissent.

I Feel Like Something Important Has Happened To Me. Is This Possible?