The stories that fill our lives; Encompass our days; Create meaning; a sense of order; And dreams we hope to one day achieve. When all is said and done, Nothing can be added, or taken away, As if time itself had decided How long we stay.

"Love Is the Nature of Existence," consists of four volumes, and is intended for those who wish to better understand the state of our world today, and how it got this way. George Orwell's book, "1984," examines how those who control the present re-write the past in order to determine the future. "Love Is the Nature of Existence' carefully details the history of human civilization, thus revealing the actual truth about what is happening today. Did the Third Reich fall, or are we still experiencing the same disease of mind that led to the execution of 6 million Jews, the mentally challenged,...

"Love Is the Nature of Existence," consists of five volumes, and is intended for those who wish to better understand the state of our world today, and how it got this way. George Orwell's book, "1984," examines how those who control the present re-write the past in order to determine the future. "Love Is the Nature of Existence' carefully details the history of human civilization, thus revealing the actual truth about what is happening today. Did the Third Reich fall, or are we still experiencing the same disease of mind that led to the execution of 6 million Jews, the mentally challenged,...

A little boy sits, while he shivers in the cold. The wind whistles, as it streams between planks of wood that form the shed that is his home; but only while he eats his meals, because the family that live in the house next door, that sits quietly upon a Welsh moor, have decided this is somehow proper for him. He came here for shelter, due to the bombs that reigned upon Liverpool to the north; sent by a maniac, that spoke like a madman about a day when everybody would do as he would say. But why must a Jew, who deserves to be on a throne, sit with the smell of feces, that makes him sick to the...

A little boy sits, while he shivers in the cold. The wind whistles, as it streams between planks of wood that form the shed that is his home; but only while he eats his meals, because the family that live in the house next door, that sits quietly upon a Welsh moor, have decided this is somehow proper for him. He came here for shelter, due to the bombs that reigned upon Liverpool to the north; sent by a maniac, that spoke like a madman about a day when everybody would do exactly as he would say. But why must a Jew, who deserves to be on a throne, sit with the smell of feces, that makes him...