When knowledge becomes formulated into a science, then it does take on a life of it's own, often alien to the human spirit that conceived it.

There are two kinds of writer: those that make you think, and those that make you wonder.

Fantasy is literature for teenagers.

The prose poem Walk The Red Road is great stuff and deserves to be read aloud. It compares quite favorably to The Walls Of Emerald by Li Chiang Yen, a Chinese poet of the late Tang period.

That is why we dread children, even if we love them. They show us the state of our decay.

When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults.

Feedback is a pleasant thing. I get a lot of letters from unexpected people in unexpected places.