Gifts Have Ribbons, Not Strings.

Hate: Return To Sender; Address Unknown.

My Body Is The Fruit Of Spirits' Play.

To Paraphrase The Great Poet Dante, The Heavens Swirl Above Us And Our Eyes Are Still Cast To The Ground.

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

Our Neighborhood - This Solar System, The Cosmos, Actually - Is So Much More Vast And Amazing Than The Paltry Headlines, Insanity, And Politics Crammed At Us Daily As So-called News. The Beauty Of The Hood And Discoveries That Await Us Are Deserving Of Our Attention And Mandatory To Our Survival As A Species.