Writing Is An Incredibly Lonely Job.

It Is More Difficult By Far To Be Independent Of Our Own Inner Shackles Than It Is Of The Shackles That Others Might Place Upon Us.

There Is A Place Within Each Of Us Where We Cannot Hide From The Truth, Where Virtue Sits As Judge. To Admit The Truth Of Our Actions Is To Go Before That Court, Where Process Is Irrelevant. Good And Evil Are Intents, And Intent Is Without Excuse.

To Any Intelligent Being, There Is No Emotion More Important Than Hope. Individually Or Collectively, We Must Hope That The Future Will Be Better Than The Past, That Our Offspring, And Theirs After Them, Will Be A Bit Closer To An Ideal Society, Whatever Our Perception Of That Might Be... It Is At Those Times When We Feel We Are Contributing To That Ultimate End... We Feel True Elation.

I Don't Have To Prove My Worth And Value To Any But Those I Love, And That I Do By Being Who I Am, With Confidence That Those I Love Appreciate The Good And Accept The Bad. Does Anything Else Really Matter?

There Is No Way Of Truly Knowing Where A Road Will Lead Until It Is Walked.