For Me, Life Offers So

A Kiss Is Like Singing Into Someone's Mouth.

Knee-deep In The Cosmic Overwhelm, I’m Stricken By The Ricochet Wonder Of It All: The Plain Everythingness Of Everything, In Cahoots With The Everythingness Of Everything Else.

As A Species, We've Somehow Survived Large And Small Ice Ages, Genetic Bottlenecks, Plagues, World Wars And All Manner Of Natural Disasters, But I Sometimes Wonder If We'll Survive Our Own Ingenuity.

Adult Bats Don't Weigh Much. They're Mainly Fur And Appetite.

Home Is Where The Heart Is, We Say, Rubbing The Flint Of One Abstraction Against Another.