If Reality Had A Stage Door I'd

Time's Arrow, We Are Told, Is A One-way Thing. . . Memory's Arrow, Like The Needle Of A Compass Too Close To A Lodestone, Spins In All Directions.

A Family Is Everybody All Together.

More And More I'm Aware That The Permutations Are Not Unlimited.

I Believe That Most Of Us Would Like To Be Thought Well Of By Horses.

The Things That Matter Don't Necessarily Make Sense.