Blind and stumbling, searching for the way and hungering for the light. There was something deep in my soul which hungered with a special, sacred need. I knew not from whence it came and pretended it was not there. Hey, I tried. To forget my troubles, I sought solace in the multiplex and cinema, but I now realize that I was caught up in the web of lies.
Motion pictures are truly the illusion of our dreams and folly.
It is a twisted mechanism of escape which deludes us from the one real truth. Until one special day when I met a man who confirmed what I already knew in my heart. You may know him as Chris Bickel. He occasionaly wrote for epinions. To me, he is Father.