Two days back, I was wondering about who you really were and thought to dig deeper into your blog to find out your introductory post. I had planned to do it tomorrow, but I am so glad you came up with this post. I'll definitely read your introductory post too because this one has increased my interest in you, but I am happy for this post cos it gave me quite an insight into your life.

The following paragraphs touched me the most:

As a child I was extremely quiet. People mistook this for manners. It was more the product of fear. A fear born of an ever present expectation of eternal obliteration. These fears were handed to me without my consent. Some people consider this religion. Others would call it child abuse. Really, perhaps, it's just life. It's given me things to write about, and challenges to overcome.

That's so beautiful and optimistic of you to consider those experiences as somethings to write about. Saying that is not easy at all. I know that cos I have had close escapes from child abuse and even those close escapes were too horrendous for me. I admire you more now.

So, in a way, words make the past less significant, and the present more valuable. I have learned to be careful with my words, written and spoken. They have power. They can create, as well as destroy. In that sense, we are like the gods themselves, with our words. This has given me pause for thought.

Wow! What a thought man. Words do give us a lot of power and this is what we were discussing the other day. The God part never entered my mind. You are just brilliant.