Save the trees, save the bees, save the whales, save those snails.

And now, in the interest of equal time, here is a message from the National

I definitely have a gift for language that is rhythmic and attractive to the ear, and I have interesting [verbal] imagery which I guess is a poetic touch.

Primitive societies, or social groupings, had shamans, and some of them even more recent in time. Shamans were tricksters. There was a tradition of the trickster, and the trickster was a clown, a humorous fellow. His task was to trick the gods, to humor the gods into laughing, so that there was access to the divine - because laughter is a moment when we are completely ourselves.

Religion has actually convinced people that there's an invisible man living in the sky.

I suspect there really was more to my accident than bad luck. I think it was God's way of punishing my nose.

Meow” means “woof” in cat.