My autobiography 

We live on a plane of existence far beyond on the reaches of man and a lifetime of memories to explore. 

Sometimes I wonder if this world is really real. Sometimes I wonder if all the monsters that we were ever told truly do exist. Exist in the world outside our world that we are forbidden to explore.

A place where religion tells us one thing, as reality tells us another. A place of an existence that science has no answer for, yet discovery as still exciting.

A place of existence that we believe the gods have been, and have never returned.

A place knowing we are the chess pieces on the board being moved about by the hands of the makers. “Checkmate“

A place of desire and happiness, yet sadness does arise, yet a place of death that’s scatters across the sky and it’s eliminating it’s ever lasting night. Those are the stars of the ancestors that we wish and wonder. Are they watching us? Are they listening? And will they tell us our stories? Who might baby so to sit and wait?

That is my first sentence. That is the plan of existence, for only one can tell the story because they only know what they see here and believe.

This is what makes a great writer, author, publicist, reviewer, and ghost writer. One’s imagination leads to a lifetime of memories, making the world go round.