I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.
I feel like a tiny bird with a big song!
Someone's boring me. I think it's me.
How we remember, what we remember and why we remember form the most personal map of our individuality.
Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight. Extend them all the care, kindness and understanding you can muster. Your life will never be the same again.
Art is science made clear.
All great truths begin as blasphemies.