When people are frightened about going hungry and paying their mortgages, a scarcity model begins to prevail; they fear someone else will get their piece of the pie.

Our plans are small and somewhat absurd.

To think is not always to see.

The happiest people are the ones with the most community.

People ask without wanting to know.

Lies are infinite in number, and the truth so small and singular.

A choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of death. I am the forest's conscience, but remember, the forest eats itself and lives forever.