God is found in this Life ... to wait for another is folly.

It's one of the strangest attributes of this profession that when we writers get exhausted writing one thing, we relax by writing another.

The powerful have received their share of the world's attention even when their power has been shown as sheer evil. The victim's remain the faceless masses. Numbers. Mass graves. These monsters have fertilized our century with the mass graves of their victims and it is time that the powerless had names and faces -- and voices.

I loved you backward and forward in time. I loved you beyond boundaries of time and space.

It no longer matters who consider themselves the masters of events. Events no longer obey their masters.

In the end--when all else is dust--loyalty to those we love is all we can carry with us to the grave. Faith--true faith--was trusting in that love.

Pain and darkness have been our lot since the Fall of Man. But there must be some hope that we can rise to a higher level ... that consciousness can evolve to a plane more benevolent than its counterpoint of a universe hardwired to indifference.