My Wife Is Immature. Whenever I Take

Of All The Wonders Of Nature, A Tree In Summer Is Perhaps The Most Remarkable; With The Possible Exception Of A Moose Singing 'embraceable You' In Spats.

You Can Be Distracted By Your Love Life, By The Baseball Game, Movies, By The Nonsense. "can I Get My Kid Into This Private School? Can I Get This Girl To Go Out With Me Saturday Night? Am I Going To Get The Promotion In My Office?" All This Stuff, But In The End The Universe Burns Out. So I Think It's Completely Meaningless.

How Am I Immature? Intellectually, Emotionally, And Sexually. Yeah, But In What Other Ways?

Time Is Nature's Way Of Keeping Everything From Happening At Once.

Whosoever Loveth Wisdom Is Righteous, But He That Keepeth Company With Fowl Is Weird.