Opinion Is A Flitting Thing But Truth

The Heart Asks Pleasure First, And Then, Excuse From Pain; And Then, Those Little Anodynes That Deaden Suffering; And Then, To Go To Sleep; And Then, If It Should Be The Will Of Its Inquisitor, The Liberty To Die.

How Happy Is The Little Stone That Rambles In The Road Alone, And Doesn't Care About Careers, And Exigencies Never Fears; Whose Coat Of Elemental Brown A Passing Universe Put On; And Independent As The Sun, Associates Or Glows Alone, Fulfilling Absolute Decree In Casual Simplicity.

Publication - Is The Auction Of The Mind.

Beauty Is Just A Light Switch Away...'click!' Beauty Is Not Caused. It Is.

The Older I Grow The More Do I Love Spring And Spring Flowers. Is It So With You?