I Could See My Face, Crying, In

We Must Curb Ourfury, And Allow Sadness To Diminish, And Speak Our Stories With Coolness And Deliberation.

...they Told Me Of Color, That It Was An Illusion Of The Eye, An Event In The Perceiver's Mind, Not In The Object; They Told Me That Color Had No Reality; Indeed, They Told Me That Color Did Not Inhere In A Physical Body Any More Than Pain Was In A Needle. And Then They Imprisoned Me In Darkness; And Though There Was No Color There, I Still Was Black, And They Still Were White; And For That, They Bound And Gagged Me.

Whispering Makes A Narrow Place Narrower.

I Can't Tell You How Irritating It Is To Be An Atheist In A Haunted House.

The Natural World Is So Adaptable...so Adaptable You Wonder What's Natural.