We All Arrive On Earth With A

People Aren't Wired To Be Alone. Even In The Stressful Population Of Prison, Solitary Confinement Is Still Considered A Cruel Punishment.

We Stone Our Prophets, Then Build Monuments To Them After They're Gone.

I Am A Believer In Angels, Though Not The Picture-book Kind With Wings And Harps. Such Angelic Accoutrements Seem As Nonsensical To Me As Devils Sporting Horns And Carrying Pitchforks. To Me, Angel Wings Are Merely Symbolic Of Their Role As Divine Messengers.

Some People Were Born To Work For Others. Not In A Mindless, Servile-way--rather They Simply Work Better In A Set Regimen Of Daily Tasks And Functions. Others Were Born Of The Entrepreneurial Spirit And Enjoy The Demands Of Self-determination And The Roll Of The Dice.

Don't Try To Write What Other People Are Writing - Write What Is True To You.