The Universe Is Transformation.

Every So Often Something Shatters Like Ice And We Are In The River Of Our Existence. We Are Aware.

Some People Meet The Way The Sky Meets The Earth, Inevitably, And There Is No Stopping Or Holding Back Their Love. It Exists In A Finished World, Beyond The Reach Of Common Sense.

My Mind Ran Over Scenes Of Shesheeb Seducing Margaret Until I Was A Wagon Dragged By The Runaway Horses Of My Jealousy.

I Prefer To Have Some Beliefs That Don't Make Logical Sense.

The Contents Of A House Can Trigger All Sorts Of Revisions To Family History.