These jokes the world plays, they're not funny at all.

If we believe that humanity may transcend tooth and claw, if we believe divers races & creeds can share this world as peaceably as the orphans share their candlenut tree, if we believe leaders must be just, violence muzzled, power accountable & the riches of the Earth & its Oceans shared equitably, such a world will come to pass.

What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?

Gosh. The subjunctive is always the first to go.

Good moods’re as fragile as eggs...Bad moods’re as fragile as bricks.

…and there, in the background, the sky’s sediment had sunk to a place where all the woe of the words ‘I am’ dissolved into blue peace. He said it. ‘The ocean.

Leaves turned to soil beneath my feet. Thus it is, trees eat themselves.