In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
Through the frayed curtain at my window, a wan glow announces the break of day.
He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish.
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.
It was a pleasure to burn.
The difficult first post of any blog.