I Looked At Her, And She Was

The Natural World Is So Adaptable...so Adaptable You Wonder What's Natural.

Teens Are Not Like The Weird, Dumb Dwarves You Have Around Your House. They Are Actually You When You Were Younger.

We Are The Nation Of Dreams. We Are Seers. We Are Wizards. We Speak In Visions. Our Letters Are Like Flocks Of Doves, Released From Under Our Hats. We Have Only To Stretch Out Our Hand And Desire, And What We Wish For Settles Like A Kerchief In Our Palm. We Are A Race Of Sorcerers, Enchanters. We Are Atlantis. We Are The Wizard-isle Of Mu.

Certain Elements Of Teen Life That, 10 Years Ago, Were Very Important To Me Still, Are Becoming Less So As I Get Older. I Mean, Ive Kinda Gotten Over, I Guess Im Saying, The Fact That I Had Trouble Getting A Date For The Prom.

Empedolces Claims That In Utero, Our Backbone Is One Long Solid; And That Through The Constriction Of The Womb And The Punishments Of Birth It Must Be Snapped Again And Again To Form Our Vertebrae; That For The Child To Have A Spine, His Back Must First Be Broken