The Written Word Lives On

        Wonderful things contribute to the life of my spirit everyday. With limitless pages bound by a common goal these books keep me ticking. At night while I shudder under my covers Ayne Rand and her John Gault have held me in a stupor for hours on end. Making the cold seem like a fantasy and Gault's hidden valley a physical reality. She has made me standing between my fantasies and I.         From the first blessed …showed first 75 words of 566 total…

…showed last 75 words of 566 total…never to perish. Held tightly by my rainy day friend. In his flaps riddled with adventure. Resting in anticipation of the flesh's next excursion in a world harsh with reality. Knowing putting down my book for a while hurts my feelings only because no thing fleshy stacks up against the tower of my mind. A curse on the demon standing between my books and I. A curse on my need for sleep and for food.