No religion is perfect, not after man gets through with it.

They are all I have left—the stars and the memory of the many times I wished upon them. But with all those wishes, I asked for only one thing. To see him again. But I will not see him again. I do not see him now.

The truth is always simpler than you can imagine.

This problem - it is age old. To do what is right and save the day without destroying the very thing the day is lived for.

No religion is perfect, not after man gets through with it.

Truly it it not the tragedies that destroy us, but the memories of them.

Why am I talking about all this? Who am I talking to? I send out these words, these thoughts, simply because it is time. Time for what, I do not know and it does not matter because it is what I want and that is always reason enough for me.