History is an agreed-upon fiction.

Fear is danger to your body, but disgust is danger to your soul.

Smell brings to mind... a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad August in a Midwestern town. Smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines hidden under the weedy mass of years.

habit, a particularly insidious thug who chokes passion and smothers love. Habit puts us on autopilot.

The daftest logic brings such sweet unrest.

To begin to understand the gorgeous fever that is consciousness, we must try to understand the senses and what they can tell us about the ravishing world we have the privilege to inhabit.

Horses have made civilization possible.