I Think I Would Like

You See. No Shock. No Engulfment. No Tearing Assunder. What You Feared Would Come Like An Explosion Is Like A Whisper. What You Thought Was The End Is The Beginning.

I've Written All That I've Wanted To Write To Date.

This Is Not A New World - It Is Simply An Extension Of What Began In The Old One. It Has Patterned Itself After Every Dictator Who Has Ever Planted The Ripping Imprint Of A Boot On The Pages Of History Since The Beginning Of Time. It Has Refinements...technological Advances...and A More Sophisticated Approach To The Destruction Of Human Freedom. But Like Everyone Of The Super-states That Preceded It - It Has One Iron Rule: Logic Is An Enemy And Truth Is A Menace.

I Think I Would Like To Be In Victorian Times. Small Town. Bandstands. Summer. That Kind Of Thing. Without Disease.

I Guess We All Have A Little Vaunting Itch For Immortality, I Guess That Must Be It.