I Am Deeply Discouraged By Catholic Bishops

I Am An Unwilling Devil. I Cry Like Some Vagrant Child. I Want To Go Home.

The World Changes, We Do Not, Therein Lies The Irony That Kills Us.

I Don't Believe In Anything And That Makes Me Stronger Than You Think

The Thing Should Have Plot And Character, Beginning, Middle And End. Arouse Pity And Then Have A Catharsis. Those Were The Best Principles I Was Ever Taught.

But I Still Did Not Realize How Mad She Was, And How Accustomed To Dreaming; And That She Would Not Cry Out For Reality, Rather Would Feed Reality To Her Dreams, A Demon Elf Feeding Her Spinning Wheel With The Reeds Of The World So She Might Make Her Own Weblike Universe.