The blackness would stir and eventually go away, and God would remain, a shining point of light in my heart. I would go on loving.
For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out.
I can only tell my story, what you believe is up to you.
To me, the research is a way of exploring what it means to be alive.
Artists invent things as a way of telling the truth.
The lower you are, the higher your mind will want to soar.