"what is the meaning of life? that was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. the great revelation perhaps never did come. instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one. — virginia woolf" three things, and that is all - 1. i write not only from the joy but from the necessity. 2. i see so much bad, and i want to write it. i want to write it hard. 3. i see a little good, and because of that shred of rightness, i will survive.