One day my friend came up to me and said I should write a book based on my tennis life.  At first I thought, no way, my life is too complicated to write down on paper.  After thinking about it for a few weeks I decided to give it a try.  Here is my tennis life for you.  

*I was thinking about some of the characters in my new novel, when this one jumped out at me. A spy for someone evil, and yet he has a good heart and does something wonderful and self-sacrificing at the end. I wondered about why he was like that... and I guess this is my answer.*



Hush, hush little baby boy
your mama is gone, but your papa's nearby
he rocks you to sleep and sings a lullaby
hush, hush little baby boy

Bright-eyed boy, growing,
and watching him draw
the lines of the mountains that one time we saw

Slightly Magical: The collected adventures of Nat and Elisabeth, pertaining to usbom and what they encountered because of it.

                                     Forbidden Love 

There is a profound difference between knowledge and certainty.  If one is certain that a particular proposition is true, he is fully confident that it is true; yet theoretically he could be right, or wrong.  If he is right, then he knows that it is true; his certainty is knowledge.  If he is wrong, then he mistakes that it is true; his certainty is a mistake.