We Are Defined By How We Place

Which Is Crueler, An Old Man's Lost Memories Of A Life Lived, Or A Young Man's Lost Memories Of The Life He Meant To Live?

Human Beings Are Sloshing Sacks Of Chemicals On The Move.

The Well Of Nature Is Full Today. Time To Go Outside And Take A Drink.

Words Are Small Shapes In The Gorgeous Chaos Of The World.

Love Is Like A Batik Created From Many Emotional Colors, It Is A Fabric Whose Pattern And Brightness May Vary.