If The Other Fellow Can't

How Clever Of Me. I Have Found Such A Pathway Into Hell That I Can Never Get Back Out.

That Is The Ultimate Power, To Stare Death In The Face And Be Unafraid.

Intellectual Understanding Does Not Always Bring Visceral Belief.

Music Isn't Just A Pleasure, A Transient Satisfaction. It's A Need, A Deep Hunger; And When The Music Is Right, It's Joy. Love. A Foretaste Of Heaven. A Comfort In Grief. Is It Too Much To Think That Perhaps God Speaks To Us Sometimes Through Music? How, Then, Could I Be So Ungrateful As To Refuse The Message?

With False Names, On The Right Nets, They Could Be Anybody. Old Men, Middle-aged Women, Anybody, As Long As They Were Careful About The Way They Wrote. All That Anyone Would See Were Their Words, Their Ideas. Every Citizen Started Equal, On The Nets.