You can always tell you're in trouble when the good option involves a prosthetic leg.

You can call it the 'Perfect Moment' when the universe aligns and the music in your head actually matches the music outside and all is well.

Death can sneak up on you like a silent kitten, surprising you with its touch and you have a right to act surprised. Other times death stomps in the front door, unwanted and unannounced, and makes its noisy way to your seat on the sofa.

I have you and even if we never meet or ever see each other, we have left our thumbprints in the thick, moist clay of each other's lives.

When a miracle happens, even if not to you, its nature is to naturally expand. You can almost feel the warmth on your face.

No sign of purpose can be detected in any part of the vast universe disclosed by our most powerful telescopes.

It’s such a part of me, I assume Everyone can see it.