I Grew Up Amongst Biologists.

Reality Simply Consists Of Different Points Of View.

You Can Only Be Jealous Of Someone Who Has Something You Think You Ought To Have Yourself.

You Refuse To Own Yourself, You Permit Others To Do It For You

Children Were Vehicles For Passing Things Along. These Things Could Be Kingdoms, Rich Wedding Gifts, Stories, Grudges, Blood Feuds. Through Children, Alliances Were Forged; Through Children, Wrongs Were Avenged. To Have A Child Was To Set Loose A Force In The World.

This Is The Solstice, The Still Point Of The Sun, Its Cusp And Midnight, The Year's Threshold And Unlocking, Where The Past Lets Go Of And Becomes The Future; The Place Of Caught Breath.