The Biggest Threat To The

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

The Daftest Logic Brings Such Sweet Unrest.

I Believe Consciousness Is Brazenly Physical, A Raucous Mirage The Brain Creates To Help Us Survive.

The Heart Is A Museum, Filled With The Exhibits Of A Lifetime's Loves.

Smell Brings To Mind... A Family Dinner Of Pot Roast And Sweet Potatoes During A Myrtle-mad August In A Midwestern Town. Smells Detonate Softly In Our Memory Like Poignant Land Mines Hidden Under The Weedy Mass Of Years.