Ridicule Is A Public Confession Of Fear.

My Body Is An Avatar.

I Am In Prayer. I Am One Hand, This Universe The Other.

It Is Interesting To Note That Poetry, A Literary Device Whose Very Construct Involves The Use Of Words, Is Itself The Word Of Choice By Persons Grasping To Describe Something So Beautiful It Is Marvelously Ineffable.

To The Degree It Is Efficient, A Spaceship Is Elegant And Beautiful.

Looking Up And Out, How Can We Not Respect This Ever-vigilant Cognizance That Distinguishes Us: The Capability To Envision, To Dream, And To Invent? The Ability To Ponder Ourselves? And Be Aware Of Our Existence On The Outer Arm Of A Spiral Galaxy In An Immeasurable Ocean Of Stars? Cognizance Is Our Crest.