We Hear Nothing So Clearly As What

The Environment, What Surrounds You, Is So Alive And Delightful And Complex.

I Started Having Doubts Right On Top Of My Certainty.

Punctuationally Speaking, Wonder Is A Period At The End Of A Statement We've Long Taken For Granted, Suddenly Looking Up And Seeing The Sinuous Curve Of A Tall Black Hat On Its Head, And Realizing It Was A Question Mark All Along.

My Books Are Inert As Cordwood Till A Readers Imagination Ignites One And An Old Flame Jumps To Life.

You, Me, & Your Papa Are 3 Of The Tiny Percentage Of Souls On This Miserable Earth Who've Figured Out That Playing Ball Is The Highest Purpose God Ever Invented The Human Male Body For.