Madness Doesn't Happen To Someone

And I Go Out Of Father's House And I Walk Down The Street, And It Is Very Quiet Even Thought It Is The Middle Of The Day And I Can't Hear Any Noise Except Birds Singing And Wind And Sometimes Buildings Falling Down In The Distance, And If I Stand Very Close To Traffic Lights I Can Hear A Little Click As The Colors Change.

And Father Said, "christopher, Do You Understand That I Love You?" And I Said "yes," Because Loving Someone Is Helping Them When They Get Into Trouble, And Looking After Them, And Telling Them The Truth, And Father Looks After Me When I Get Into Trouble, Like Coming To The Police Station, And He Looks After Me By Cooking Meals For Me, And He Always Tells Me The Truth, Which Means That He Loves Me.

Usually People Look At You When They're Talking To You. I Know That They're Working Out What I'm Thinking, But I Can't Tell What They're Thinking. It Is Like Being In A Room With A One-way Mirror In A Spy Film.

Lots Of Things Are Mysteries. But That Doesn't Mean There Isn't An Answer To Them. It's Just That Scientists Haven't Found The Answer Yet.

If You Enjoy Math And You Write Novels, It's Very Rare That You'll Get A Chance To Put Your Math Into A Novel. I Leapt At The Chance.