Good Sex Is A Mystery. Perhaps Humping

All Natural Disasters Are Comforting Because They Reaffirm Our Impotence, In Which, Otherwise, We Might Stop Believing. At Times It Is Strangely Sedative To Know The Extent Of Your Own Powerlessness.

Is There Not An Arabick Proverb Which Goes, 'no One Throws Stones At A Barren Tree'?

There's Another Part Of Getting Older That's Just Wonderful. Which Is You See The Way The Stories Turn Out With Peoples' Lives.

Perhaps All Artists Were, In A Sense, Housewives: Tenders Of The Earth Household.

We Are Finally Driven To Monogamy Not By Morality But By Exhaustion.