The Height Of Mediocrity Is Still Low.

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.

It's Weird How People Who Are The Least Close To Me Or Who've Never Even Met Me Purport To Be Experts On The Real Me; And Then, Sadly, There Are Those Who Could Be In Touch With Me But Prefer To Gossip With Strangers About Me Instead.

Love Is The Eternal First Breath.

Looking Up And Out, How Can We Not Respect This Ever-vigilant Cognizance That Distinguishes Us: The Capability To Envision, To Dream, And To Invent? The Ability To Ponder Ourselves? And Be Aware Of Our Existence On The Outer Arm Of A Spiral Galaxy In An Immeasurable Ocean Of Stars? Cognizance Is Our Crest.

The Greatest Justice In Life Is To Be Who One Is.