We Can't Help It. Life Looks For

Somewhere, Something Incredible Is Waiting To Be Known.

The Open Road Still Softly Calls.

If We Are Merely Matter Intricately Assembled, Is This Really Demeaning? If There's Nothing Here But Atoms, Does That Make Us Less Or Does That Make Matter More?

If We're Capable Of Conjuring Up Terrifying Monsters In Childhood, Why Shouldn't Some Of Us, At Least On Occasion, Be Able To Fantasize Something Similar, Something Truly Horrifying, A Shared Delusion, As Adults?

The Visions We Offer Our Children Shape The Future.