The Process Of Giving Is Without Limits.

Some Books You Read. Some Books You Enjoy. But Some Books Just Swallow You Up, Heart And Soul.

Wine Talks; Ask Anyone. The Oracle At The Street Corner; The Uninvited Guest At The Wedding Feast; The Holy Fool. It Ventriloquizes. It Has A Million Voices. It Unleashes The Tongue, Teasing Out Secrets You Never Meant To Tell, Secrets You Never Even Knew. It Shouts, Rants, Whispers. It Speaks Of Great Plans, Tragic Loves, And Terrible Betrayals. It Screams With Laughter. It Chuckles Softly To Itself. It Weeps In Front Of Its Own Reflection. It Revives Summers Long Past And Memories Best Forgotten. Every Bottle A Whiff Of Other Times, Other Places, Everyone...a Humble Miracle

I'm Not Sure I Believe In The Whole 'ghost-afterlife' Thing, But I Think Places Are Marked By People Who Have Been There.

I'm Phobic About The Idea Of Being Constrained.

People Reveal So Much Of Their Mental Processes Online, Simply Because The Psychological Effect Of Anonymity Just Means That A Whole Raft Of Inhibitions Are Left Alone When People Log On.