The Past Is All We

There Are Days When I Am Envious Of My Hens: When I Hunger For A Purpose As Perfect And Sure As A Single Daily Egg.

I Could Never Work Out Whether We Were To View Religion As A Life-insurance Policy Or A Life Sentence.

War So Conspicuously Benefits Rich Men And Kills The Poor Ones.

It Seems Very Safe To Me To Be Surrounded By Green Growing Things And Water.

Once You Start Cooking, One Thing Leads To Another. A New Recipe Is As Exciting As A Blind Date. A New Ingredient, Heaven Help Me, Is An Intoxicating Affair.