Writing on the wall: Will trade three blind crabs for two with no teeth.

Anarchy works. Italy has proved it for a thousand years.

The gurus come from the sickliest nation on earth to tell us how to live. And we pay them for it.

Those art lovers who pride themselves mostly on *taste* usually possess no other talent.

Desert springtime, with flowers popping up all over the place, trees leafing out, streams gushing down from the mountains. Great time of year for hiking, camping, exploring, sleeping under the new moon and the old stars. At dawn and at evening we hear the coyotes howling with excitement—mating season.

Belief in God? An afterlife? I believe in rock: this apodictic rock beneath my feet.

Only a fool would leave the enjoyment of rainbows to the opticians. Or give the science of optics the last word on the matter.