There Are Infinite Possibilities.

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.

Your Mouth On Mine Our Bridge To Cross And Serve Where We Would Go. Utopia Of Sensations The Flesh Could Never Know.

Our Lives Are Fictions, A Work We Leave Behind, Signed.

High Finance Trembles In Its Boots Whenever There Is Some Political Complication.

Sex In Space Is Not Just A Good Idea, It's Survival.