The Knowing, I Told Myself, Is Only

No Matter How Politely One Says It, We Owe Our Existence To The Farts Of Blue-green Algae.

Nothing Is More Memorable Than A Smell. One Scent Can Be Unexpected, Momentary And Fleeting, Yet Conjure Up A Childhood Summer Beside A Lake In The Mountains...

Look At Your Feet. You Are Standing In The Sky. When We Think Of The Sky, We Tend To Look Up, But The Sky Actually Begins At The Earth.

For The Longest Time I Didn't Realize I Was Creative - I Just Thought I Was Strange.

There Is A Furnace In Our Cells, And When We Breathe We Pass The World Through Our Bodies, Brew It Lightly, And Turn It Loose Again, Gently Altered For Having Known Us.