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People Are People, Messy And Mutable, Combining Differently With One Another From Day To Day - Even Hour To Hour.

No, But A Cello Is The Perfect String Bass For An Accordion. Works With It Beautifully.

No Matter What I Do, No Matter How Predictable I Try To Make My Life, It Will Not Be Any More Predictable Than The Rest Of The World. Which Is Chaotic.

Everything In My Life That I Value Has Been Gained At The Cost Of Not Saying What I Really Think And Saying What They Want Me To Say.

A Tree Is Alive, And Thus It Is Always More Than You Can See. Roots To Leaves, Yes-those You Can, In Part, See. But It Is More-it Is The Lichens And Moss And Ferns That Grow On Its Bark, The Life Too Small To See That Lives Among Its Roots, A Community We Know Of, But Do Not Think On. It Is Every Fly And Bee And Beetle That Uses It For Shelter Or Food, Every Bird That Nests In Its Branches. Every One An Individual, And Yet Every One Part Of The Tree, And The Tree Part Of Every One.