We Can Have A World

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.

On Earth, Much Of The Wrenching Discomfort Of Emesis, Apart From The Sensation Of Nausea Itself, Is From The Coordination Of Many Muscles It Takes To Counter Gravity.

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

Because I Had Goodwill For All, I Thought All Were My Friends. And Then I Learned Of Treachery, That Some Preferred My End. It Wasn't The Goodwill I Felt That Made Someone A Friend. What Handy Day, The One I Learned The Meaning Of The Word. How Good To Know My Enemies (though Their Reasons Are Absurd!)

I Became A Total Yes. We Don't Even Have Names Anymore.