Welcome to the home of the Midnight Writer.
A home for Common Sense.
A place where bold questions are asked.
A place where praise and criticism are equally welcome.
The purpose of this web site is to create a place where all people can share their thoughts and ideas without embarrassment or ridicule.

Check out the books link to read about my novel

   Your individual identity is of little importance to this web site although it means a great deal to you personally. Let’s not consider our age, sex, ethnicity or anything else that could divide us and concentrate our search on those things which can unite us as we search for answers.

An honest search will undoubtedly touch upon spiritual beliefs and political views as well as other controversial subjects. I contend that an honest search of these subjects can produce positive results for anyone willing to accept change when offered a stronger point of view.

I like to believe that there is one absolute truth that guides the universe and that all other truths come from it like rays of light. We take each piece of truth and, like putting together a jig-saw puzzle, we look for the big picture. Unfortunately it is in man’s nature to stop looking once he has found enough answers to satisfy his curiosity. This web site will become a success if it does nothing more than create within you an insatiable curiosity.

I would like to share an example of our lack of respect for the truth and its liberating power. It is the ancient Indian allegory of the blind men and the elephant that John Godfrey Saxe put into poetry.

John Godfrey Saxe’s ( 1816-1887) version of the famous Indian legend,

It was six men of Indostan
To learning much inclined,
Who went to see the Elephant
(Though all of them were blind),
That each by observation
Might satisfy his mind.

The First approach’d the Elephant,
And happening to fall
Against his broad and sturdy side,
At once began to bawl:
“God bless me! but the Elephant
Is very like a wall!”

The Second, feeling of the tusk,
Cried, -“Ho! what have we here
So very round and smooth and sharp?
To me ’tis mighty clear
This wonder of an Elephant
Is very like a spear!”

The Third approached the animal,
And happening to take
The squirming trunk within his hands,
Thus boldly up and spake:
“I see,” quoth he, “the Elephant
Is very like a snake!”

The Fourth reached out his eager hand,
And felt about the knee.
“What most this wondrous beast is like
Is mighty plain,” quoth he,
“‘Tis clear enough the Elephant
Is very like a tree!”

The Fifth, who chanced to touch the ear,
Said: “E’en the blindest man
Can tell what this resembles most;
Deny the fact who can,
This marvel of an Elephant
Is very like a fan!”

The Sixth no sooner had begun
About the beast to grope,
Then, seizing on the swinging tail
That fell within his scope,
“I see,” quoth he, “the Elephant
Is very like a rope!”

And so these men of Indostan
Disputed loud and long,
Each in his own opinion
Exceeding stiff and strong,
Though each was partly in the right,
And all were in the wrong!

So oft in theologic wars,
The disputants, I ween,
Rail on in utter ignorance
Of what each other mean,
And prate about an Elephant
Not one of them has seen!

The truly wise man is never satisfied with the limited knowledge he possesses. Let’s work together to put the jig-saw puzzle of life together rather than struggling alone. Shared knowledge is the greatest gift we have to offer the world.

If you are fixed and unwavering in your beliefs you will probably have little if anything to offer but if you love the joy of growing and expanding your horizons then join me in my quest.

I have written a series of essays and hope you will enjoy reading them. I would enjoy receiving your feedback, whether it is positive or negative.

I have also written a novel which is mentioned in the books link.

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