What assurance do I have that your parenting isn't screwing me up?

I learned about what I love. Imagination, deep friendship, animals, family, the natural world, ideas and ideals ... and silliness.

Why does man create? Is it man's purpose on earth to express himself, to bring form to thought, and to discover meaning in experience? Or is it just something to do when he's bored?

If good things lasted forever, would we appreciate how precious they are?

What's the point of wearing your favorite rocket ship underpants if nobody ever asks to see 'em?

I guess I have a gift for expressing pedestrian tastes. In a way, it's kind of depressing.

Reading goes faster if you don't sweat comprehension.