The Only Sins Are Violations

Looking Up And Out, How Can We Not Respect This Ever-vigilant Cognizance That Distinguishes Us: The Capability To Envision, To Dream, And To Invent? The Ability To Ponder Ourselves? And Be Aware Of Our Existence On The Outer Arm Of A Spiral Galaxy In An Immeasurable Ocean Of Stars? Cognizance Is Our Crest.

Little Did The Artist Know, Who Neglected His Appearance In Favor Of His Work, That The Years Would Produce A Breed That Spent Hours Meticulously Acquiring A Neglected Look To Appear Like An Artist.

Ridicule Is A Public Confession Of Fear.

We Can Have A World War, I See Absolutely No Reason Why We Shouldn't Have A World Party.

Essentially 'flight' Is Just An Adventure Of Multiple Realities.