Do Not Mourn The Dead. They Know

Putting My Hand In Someone Else’s Has Always Been My Definition Of Happiness. Before I Fall Asleep, Often - In That Small Struggle Not To Lose Consciousness And Go Into The Greater World - Often, Before I Get Up The Courage To Go Into The Vastness Of Sleep, I Pretend That Someone Has My Hand In Theirs, And Then I Go, Go To That Enormous Absence Of Form That Is Sleep. And When Even After That I Don’t Have Courage, I Dream.

No It Is Not Easy To Write. It Is As Hard As Breaking Rocks. Sparks And Splinters Fly Like Shattered Steel.

Everything In The World Began With A Yes. One Molecule Said Yes To Another Molecule And Life Was Born.

I' Is Merely One Of The World's Instantaneous Spasms.

Her Curiosity Instructed Her More Than The Answers She Was Given.