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.

Either the distances betweem the distant quarters of the globe are diminished, or you have extended the powers of human action.

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

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

If there's one thing I know it's God does love a good joke.

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