Happiness Doesn't Require Laughter, Only Well-being And

On Some Summer Days In New York City, The Air Hangs Thickly Visible, Like The Combined Exhalations Of Eight Million Souls. Steam Rising From Vents Underground Makes You Wonder If There Isn't One Giant Sweat Gland Lodged Beneath The City.

Writing Is My Form Of Celebration And Prayer.

Habitats Keep Evolving New Pageants Of Species, And We Shouldn't Interfere.

Because Iq Tests Favor Memory Skills And Logic, Overlooking Artistic Creativity, Insight, Resiliency, Emotional Reserves, Sensory Gifts, And Life Experience, They Can't Really Predict Success, Let Alone Satisfaction.

For If I Do Something, I Never Do It Thoughtlessly.