The days are stacked against what we think we are.

The answer is always in the entire story, not a piece of it.

Wherever we go we do harm, forgiving ourselves as wheels do cement for wearing each other out. We set this house on fire, forgetting that we live within. (from "To a Meadowlark," for M.L. Smoker)

The simple act of opening a bottle of wine has brought more happiness to the human race than all the collective governments in the history of earth

We Are All One. When we allow ourselves to become aware of this statement in its purest form, we open the doors to reveal the oneness of being. Using the process of conscious evolution we begin to recognise our true underlying identity, for once we have glimpsed the existence of this realm, we then begin to reveal what it is . . . . our true natural state.

Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends.

Writers can write outside their ethnicity or sex depending how open and vulnerable they wish to be.