Each Character Is An Allegory For Every

Money Is Only A Human Invention. I Get Paid For My Work, It's A System Of Trade, But It's Not My Purpose And Reason For Living.

There Are Infinite Possibilities.

A Poet's First Contract Is With Truth.

Our Neighborhood - This Solar System, The Cosmos, Actually - Is So Much More Vast And Amazing Than The Paltry Headlines, Insanity, And Politics Crammed At Us Daily As So-called News. The Beauty Of The Hood And Discoveries That Await Us Are Deserving Of Our Attention And Mandatory To Our Survival As A Species.

Remembrance Of Our Kiss Brings Not Your Lips Nor Mine To Mind. The Flesh Can Only Envy Consumption So Divine.