Stories Are Like A River

And The Last Thought He Had That Morning As He Closed His Eyes Was: I Hope The Tornado Hit The Moose.

We Don’t Like To Think Of Ourselves As Prey—it Is A Lessening Thought—but The Truth Is That In Our Arrogance And So-called Knowledge We Forget That We Are Not Unique. We Are Part Of Nature As Much As Other Animals, And Some Animals—sharks, Fever-bearing Mosquitoes, Wolves And Bear, To Name But A Few—perceive Us As A Food Source, A Meat Supply, And Simply Did Not Get The Memo About How Humans Are Superior. It Can Be Shocking, Humbling, Painful, Very Edifying And Sometimes Downright Fatal To Run Into Such An Animal.

The Essence Of War Is Insanity. Destruction, Death, Women Widowed, Children Orphaned, Lands Plundered, Property Destroyed, Lives Decimated - It's All Bad.

When He Sat Alone In The Darkness And Cried And Was Done, All Done With It, Nothing Had Changed. His Leg Still Hurt, It Was Still Dark, He Was Still Alone And The Self-pity Had Accomplished Nothing.

I Owe Everything I Am And Everything I Will Ever Be To Books.