Sometimes I think about the sly, flickering line that separates being spared from being rejected. Sometimes I think of the ancient gods who demanded that their sacrifices be fearless and without blemish, and I wonder whether, whoever or whatever took Peter and Jamie away, it decided I wasn’t good enough.

The ancient God created the old man, capable of erring – thus he erred himself.

In ancient times cats were worshiped as gods; they have not forgotten this.

Men create gods after their own image, not only with regard to their form but with regard to their mode of life.

For who shall defile the temples of the ancient gods, a cruel and violent death shall be his fate, and never shall his soul find rest unto eternity. Such is the curse of Amon-Ra, king of all the gods.

As a child I became a confirmed believer in the ancient gods simply because as between the reality of fact and the reality f myth, I chose myth…Myth is the truth of fact, not fact the truth of myth.