I want to talk about God in a literary way. But I think I would have a very hard time praying to God.

If nothing matters, there's nothing to save.

It’s hard to say goodbye to the place you’ve lived. It can be as hard as saying goodbye to a person.

The sky slowly pulled up its blue dress to reveal night.

If we are not given the option to live without violence, we are given the choice to center our meals around harvest or slaughter, husbandry or war. We have chosen slaughter. We have chosen war. That's the truest version of our story of eating animals. Can we tell a new story?

Nine out of ten significant people have to do with money or war!

ART Art is that thing having to do only with itself—the product of a successful attempt to make a work of art. Unfortunately, there are no expamples of art, nor good reasons to think that it will ever exist. (Everything that has been made has been made with a purpose, teverything with an end exists outside of that thing, i.e., "I want to sell this", or "I want this to make me famous and loved", or "I want this to make me whole", or worse, "I want this to make others whole.") And yet we continue to write, paint, sculpt and compose. Is this foolish of us?