The car goes where the eyes go.

Sometimes I believe...Sometimes I really do believe.

People speak of a will to live. They rarely speak of a will to die. Because people are afraid of death. Death is dark and unknown and frightening. But not for me. It is not the end.

Any problems that may occur have ultimately been caused by you, because you are responsible for where you are and what you are doing there.

The full moon rises. The fog clings to the lowest branches of the spruce trees. The man steps out of the darkest corner of the forest and finds himself transformed into... A monkey? I think not.

He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to learn, and then was free to leave.

Somewhere, the zebra is dancing.