There Is Only Now. And Look! How

Purity Of Heart Is Blooming The Same Colors In The Middle Of The Wilderness When No One Sees You.

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.

I'm Not An Intellectual, I'm Just A Writer.

Don't Count Your Check-ins Before They Cash.

A Heart Needs Only Its Own Voice To Do What Is Right.