Pity Is A Benign Form

There's A Connection That's Hard To Explain. It's The Feeling I Get When I See Someone Shuffle Up To Meet Me, Or Say Something, And I Can Instantly Tell By The Cant Of Their Head Or By The Movement Of Their Arms -- And These Are People Who Aren't Even Full-blown Symptomatic -- That They're One Of Us. And The Look They Give Me, It's Not Just Gratitude -- I Don't Care About The Gratitude -- But Solidarity. And Shared Optimism. And A Resiliency That Just Makes Me Think We're Doing The Right Thing, And That This Truly Is A Community.

Zoos Are Becoming Facsimiles - Or Perhaps Caricatures - Of How Animals Once Were In Their Natural Habitat. If The Right Policies Toward Nature Were Pursued, We Would Need No Zoos At All.

I Think I Benefited From Being Equal Parts Ambitious And Curious. And Of The Two, Curiosity Has Served Me Best.

It Is Ironic That In The Same Year We Celebrate The 50th Anniversary Of The Discovery Of Dna, Some Would Have Us Ban Certain Forms Of Dna Medical Research. Restricting Medical Research Has Very Real Human Consequences, Measured In Loss Of Life And Tremendous Suffering For Patients And Their Families.

I Have Times When I'm Off-balance. I Have Times When I Slur My Words. I Have Times When I Walk Into Walls. I Have Times When I Can't Remember Somebody's Name.