Scientists say every action initiates an equal and opposite reaction. I say that's just the start. I say every action initiates a most unequal and upredictable chain reaction, that every filament of living becomes part of a larger weave, while remaining identifiable. That every line of latitude requires several stripes of longitude to obtain meaning. That every universe is part of a bigger heaven, a heaven of rhythm and geometry, where a heartbeat is the apex of a triangle.

The wind kicks in stronger, branches clatter. Or maybe skeletons. Bones of abandonment. Ghosts that will never be.

Memory is a tenuous thing, like a rainbow's end or a camera with a failing lens.

Love is more than blind. It’s brain-dead.

As I thought about that, I had to wonder: What will we know better about tomorrow? Who cares? Hindsight is useless.

Sometimes I'm not so sure just who I am either.

revenge is living well with out you.