Don't Save Something Good For A Later

Evolution Loves Death More Than It Loves You Or Me. This Is Easy To Write, Easy To Read, And Hard To Believe.

I Can't Dance Anymore. Total Knee Replacements. I Can't Do Anything Anymore.

Ecstasy, I Think, Is A Soul's Response To The Waves Holiness Makes As It Nears.

I Had Been My Whole Life A Bell, And Never Knew It Until At That Moment I Was Lifted And Struck.

You Empty Yourself And Wait, Listening. After A Time You Hear It: There Is Nothing There...you Feel The World's Word As A Tension, A Hum, A Single Chorused Note Everywhere The Same. This Is It: This Hum Is The Silence.