I started to write. And I wrote and wrote all through high school.

In the desert, water gives life, while in the ocean an island stands to give anchor. Opposites are desirable and necessary. Once again, you see the theme of taking away a precious element of the world or making it rare and precarious.

The weight of the world is a trifle, if we all put our two fingers under it and try to lift together.

Was it you or I who stumbled first? It does not matter. The one of us who finds the strength to get up first, must help the other.

Not every puzzle is intended to be solved. Some are in place to test your limits. Others are, in fact, not puzzles at all.

I was nurtured on Greek Mythology and the classical epics. I lived and breathed Homer. Other mythologies - the Russian, the Norse, the Persian, the Indian, Egyptian, etc. - all came later. First and foremost were the Greeks, and they were all living in my head as though I were Zeus and they were a clamoring Chorus of Athenas.

The heartland lies where the heart longs to be. Sometimes it takes a lifetime to find the true place to plant it.