The world is fine. Our place on it is precarious.
My family is filled with wonderful storytellers. I lack their gift of gab, so it's a relief to be able to write.
I miss smoking (two to four packs a day) but I don't miss the crackle in my lungs when I breathed.
I think we learn slowly as a group, but we learn. The ozone layer is still there.
We can be the new brand of self-extincting dinosaurs or we can evolve.
I don't see the point of pretending we're clones.